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NORMA. 

IL    BARBIERS    Dl    S1VIGLIA. 

LUCREZIA    BORGIA. 

LA    CENERENTOLA. 

LINDA    Dl    CHAMOUNIX. 

DER    FREYSCHUTZ. 

LUCIA    Dl    LAMMERMOOR. 

DON    PASQUALE. 

LA    FAVORITA. 

DON     GIOVANNI. 

SEMIRAMIDE. 

ERNANI. 

ROBERT    LE    DIABLE. 

MASANIELLO. 

LA    SONNAMRU'.A. 

LA    ZINOARA.     (Bohemian Girl.) 

SICILIAN    VESPERS. 

I    MARTIRI.    (Poliuto.) 

SAFFO. 

IL    PIRATA. 

LA    DAME    BLANCHE. 

lONE. 

L'AFRICAINE 

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LEONORA. 

ORPHEUS. 

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BARBE  BLEUE.     W°«  Bfw*;) 

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FLEUR  DE  THE. 


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BELI^INI. 

ROS.SI1VI. 

DONIZETTI. 

ROSSINI. 

DONIZETTI. 

WEBER, 

DONIZETTI. 

DONIZETTI. 

DONIZETTI. 

MOZART. 

ROSSINI. 

VERDI. 

MEYERBEER. 

AUBER. 

BELLINI. 

BALPE. 

VERDL 

DONIZETTL 

PACIM. 

BKLLINL 

BOrELDIEU. 

,     PETItr/LLA. 

MEYERBKER. 

VERDI. 

sossmi. 

EIGHBKBO. 

HEBOLD. 

HETERBEEB. 

MsacADAJxrm. 


ROSE    OF     CASTILE 

LA    FILLE    DU    REGIMENT- 

FIDELIO. 

L'ELISIRE    D'AMORE. 

LES    HUGUENOTS. 

I    PURITANI. 

I    CAPULETTI    E    MONTECCHI. 

IL    FLAUTO    MAGICO. 

IL    TROVATORE. 

RIGOLETTO. 

WILLIAM    TELL. 

LA    TRAVIATA. 

MARRIAGE    OF    FIGARO. 

FRA    DIAVOLO. 

LUISA    MILLER. 

MAP.THA. 

IL  ouiramento. 

LA    GAZZA    LADRA. 

DINORAH.     (LePardohde  Ploerniel.) 

stabat  mater, 
moses  in  egypt, 
the  masked  ball. 

FAUST. 

CRISPINO    E    LA    COMARE. 

LA    JUIVE 


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Pair  Paradise. 


L'AFRICAIXE. 
O  ParadUo. 


IfETEnnsEn. 


AIDA.    Verdi. 
Celential  Aicla,  FormPivinc.    Celeste  ATda. 
Ht-ayenHave  Pity.    Nuinl  juciil. 

0  Azuie  Heavens.    O  tieli  azzuii. 

AXXA  150LENA.    doxizetti. 
Ah,  No  Mortal  can  Imacinc.    Xon  v'ha  sgiianlo. 
Ah,  Sweet  Vuicctl  Young  Troubadour.       Come    innoccnte 

ciovano. 
Fly  from  the  World.    Cielo,  a  niiei  hinphi. 
Briyht  Youtblul  Dreams.    Al  dolce  tjuidaml. 

BALLO  i:f  MASCUERA.    Verdi. 

1  Shall  Behold  Tier  Form  Again.    La  rivedrik  nell'  eatasl. 
From  Earth  loHeav.u. 

nOHEMIAN  GIRL.    Balfb. 

I  Dream't  that  1  Dwelt  in  Marble  Ualls. 
Tlien  You'll  ICcnienilier  Me. 
When  the  Fair  Land  of  I'olnnd. 
Oh,  What  Full  Delight!    Finale. 

CRISPING.    Ricci. 
Beauteous  a«  an  An^el  Fair.    JSella  siccomo  nn  angelo. 
My  Pretty  Tales  and  Charm:^.    Istorio  belle  a  leggere. 

CROWN  DIAMONDS.    Aubeb. 
Youue  Pedriro. 
Oh,  Whisper  what  Thou  Feelcst. 

DEli  FRKISCHUTZ.  Webee. 
Thro'  the  Forests,  Per  ihoschi,  per  i  pratl. 
Thu'  Clouds  Around  Yon  Sun.    £  f-e  la  nube. 

KRNANI.    VniiDi. 
A^  Pew  nnfo  the  Withered   flower.    Come  rup;la(la. 
Oh, Thou  Wh'.  Ker  .My  S..ul  .\il(>re>!    O  tu  cho  Tahna. 
Ernani  Kly  uith  Me!    Km  itii  iiivolami. 
Thy  Foud'linatiC,  Loved  Krnuiii.     'luito  sprezzo  d'Ernani. 

FAUST.     GOUNOD. 
All  Hall  !    Salve  !  diinom. 
Holy  Angel,  iu  Heaven  Blest.    Prayer. 

FRA  DIAVOLO.    Acbeb. 
Forever  Thine.    Roiuauce. 
Oh,  Hour  ot  .Joy. 

Youii(j  Ajrnes.  i{i>anteoii<<  Flower. 
Ou  YoUder  Uock  Recliuin^. 

FILl.E  DU  UEGIMEXT.    Doxizetti. 

Pear  F ranee,  All  Hail  to  Tliee  :    S  ilnt  ^  la  France. 
fearcli  Thio"  tli«  \\  id'  Woni.     Ci.i.scini  lo  diue. 
Dear  Frieud?,  Farewell.    Con>ieii  p.irtir. 

IIUC.UENOTS.    MEVEiinEER. 
Fairer  than  Fain-^t  I.Hy.    J'.iinea.Tl  i>ar  d'uin  gelsomino. 
Lovely  Land  of  Touiuiiie.    U  di  Tuicna. 

LOUKNOni.N-.    Waoxer. 
Believe  Me.  for  My  rhanu>ion.    Quel  cavaliere. 
Dof»r. 'fhoii  nor.  Hre.ithi'.     hi  non  I'lucauta. 
On  Di:tian(  fjhoie.-.    Duvui  Ionian. 

LUCIA  Dl  LAMMER.MOOR.    Doxizetti. 
To  Earth  I  Bid  a  Last  Farewt  11.    Fra  poco  a  me  ricorcrok 


LUCREZIA  BORGIA.    Doxizetti. 


Make  Me  no  Gaudy  Chaplet.    Dl  pescatore  i;;nobile. 

LINTJA  DI  CHAMOUNIX.    Domzetti. 
Come,  Loved  One,  Smile. 
My  Soul  in  One  UubrokenSigh. 

MASANIELLO.    Aldf.c. 
Behold,  the  Morn  is  Breaking.    Barcarolle. 

MARITANA.    Wallace. 
It  Was  aKnipht.    Romance. 
'Tis  the  Harp  in  ih^  Air. 
Yes   Let  Me  l.ikea  SoMier  Fall! 
The.o  18  a  Flower  that,  liluoiuc-t  i. 

MARTHA.    FLOToir. 
Like  a  Dream.    M'appari  tutt'  a-mor. 
MIGNON*.    TiiOM.vs 
Ah,  Little  Thought.    Ah,  imn  ciedea. 
I'm  Fair  Titani.i.    1<>  son  Tiiania. 

MARRI  VGE  OK  FIOARO.    MOZABT. 
Could"st  Thou,  Love.    Porgi  amor. 

NORMA.    Bellixi. 
Ah,  Were  My  Love  Requited.    Ah,  hello  a  me  ritoRUW 
Queen  o|  Heav<ii.     Casta  diva. 
l>oih  Protecting  and  Dtfcnding.    Me  protegge. 

RIGOLETTO.    VEUor. 
'Mid  the  Fair  Tin  ong.'    Questa  o  quulla. 

ROBERTO  DEVEREUX.     Doxizetti, 
Like  loan  Angel  from  the  SkitS. 

RODERT  LE  DIA15LE.    MEVEnDEEB, 
Robert,  My  Beloved.    Roberto,  i>  tn  ch«  tidoro, 
Uuce  Swaged  a  I'rince.    Ilegnava  uu  tempo. 

semira:mide.   Rossixi. 

My  Fond  Thoughts,    La  siicranz  t. 

BONNA.M15ULA.    Bellixi. 
Sounds  so  Joyful.    Tuito  fe  pioji. 
All,  Don  t  .Mil. [Tie,    All,  lion  iruiiige. 
bt.iilbu  Uenily  O  er  Mu  biealing,    Ah,  perch{)  non  posso. 

STRADELLA.    JL'itow. 
Over  Hills,  Throuarh  Valleys.    Diin'h  d  o  iliUInr. 
Oh,  Iial- ,  My  Naive  Land.    Itali.i  nn  i  i    V.iteiiand. 
Yetlotid.*,  the  Azure  f^i^y.    S>.id  iiieuKr  W**duc. 
StradeUau  Prayer.    OBaula,u  !>  :i. 

TANNHAUSEli.    AVaoseb. 
All  Praise  be  Thine  1 

TRAVIATV.    Vi  nni. 
Ah,  Was  it  He  Who  filled  My  llo.irt.    A!i,  fors'  6  luL 

TROVATORE.    Vkkdi. 
'Twas  Night,  and  All  Around.    T  I'C.v  I  i  notto. 
To  'I'eil  c.f  L,i\e  .NO  Glo«in;r.    Di  «  do  aimr. 
Bieeze  of  the  Niuht.    D'.mior  sui'  a  i  ro^ee. 
Lonely  I  Wander.    Pe-eit  i  siiiia  ti-r-a. 
btrike  Down  That  Diead  I'yre.    Di  yuclla  plra. 

WILLIAM  TELL,    Rossixi. 


Peep  Shaded  Fore>t. 
Come  Love,  fur  TUco. 


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DRAMATIS    PERSON^e. 


DON  BOLERO  D'ALCAI^AZAS,  Spanish  nobleman,  and  father  to  the  twin  sis- 
MARASQUIN,  Son  of  Marasquin  &  Co.,  betrothed  to  Girofle.  [ters. 

MOUF(ZOUK,  a  Moor,  betrothed  to  Girofla. 

GIROFLE,  \  Ywin  Sisters.     Daughters  of  Bolero. 
GII^OFLA,  i 

AU^^OI^E,  Wife  to  Don  Bolero, 

PEDPyO. 

PAQUITA. 

THE  PII\ATE  CHIEF. 

THE  GODFATHEI^. 

THE  NOTARY. 

THE  UNCLE. 

THE  PAGE. 

THE  GODMOTHEI^. 

FERNAND. 

GUSMAN. 

A  LAWYER. 

SEI^VANTS,  PIRATES,  BRIDESMAIDS,  COUSINS,  MOOI^S,  &c. 


ARGUMKNT. 


Don  Bolero  D'Alcarazas,  Duke  of  Malaga, 
Count  of  Sandoval,  Gonzales  and  Nigo,  and  Span- 
ish Grandee  of  the  lowest  class,  was  governor  of  a 
province,  and  in  some  esteem  at  court,  but  lacked 
money,  lie  owed  4,000,000  francs  to  Marasquin 
&  Co.,  and  could  not  pay  it.  He,  however,  owned 
two  twin  daughters,  Girofle  and  Girofla.  These 
were  not  only  twins,  but  fac-similes,  one  of  the 
other,  so  that  one  always  wore  a  blue  scarf,  and 
the  other  a  rose  colored  one,  that  strangers  might 
distinguish  them.  The  wife  of  Don  Bolero  man- 
aged to  betroth  Girofle  to  the  son  of  Marasquin, 
thus  providing  for  the  easy  payment  of  the  debt. 
At  the  same  time,  she  was  so  fortunate  as  to  be- 
troth Girofla  to  the  Moor  Mourzouk,  a  dangerous 
and  troublesome  neighbor;  and  at  the  time  of  the 
action  of  the  opera,  both  weddings  were  about  to 
take  place.  The  son  of  Marasquin  arrived  the 
earliest,  and  was  duly  married  to  Girofle.  Mour- 
zouk an  hour  or  two  later  appeared,  only  to  find 
the  parents  in  a  state  of  terrible  perplexity,  since 
Girofla,  the  intended  bride,  was  suddenly  carried 
off  by  a  party  of  pirates,  thus  leaving  two  bried- 
grooms  and  only  one  bride. 

■ A.  B.  Kidder  &  Son,  Boston. 


The  mother,  however,  was  equal  to  the  emer- 
gency. She  persuaded  Don  Bolero  to  dispatch  the 
brave  Admiral,  Matamoras,  in  pursuit  of  the 
pirates,  who  were  too  near  to  escape.  Girofla's 
return  might  be  expected  hourly.  In  the  mean 
time  Girofle  was  persuaded  to  personate  Girofla  and 
to  be  married  the  second  time  to  Mourzouk.  At 
the  return  of  the  lost  sister,  all  things  would  work 
right.  An  unexpected  obstacle,  however,  arose. 
Matamoras  had  the  promise  of  10,000  piastres, — 
but  had  had  some  previous  experience  of  promises, 
— and  having  got  the  pirates  in  a  tight  place, 
sent  word  that  he  would  proceed  with  the  bat- 
tle, "  on  receipt  of  cash."  The  cash  was  sent, 
but  this  negotiation  took  time,  and  Girofla  did 
not  return  until  a  number  of  hours  after  the  proper 
time. 


The  various  expedients  by  which  Girofle  was 
made  to  answer  for  two  husbands  during  this  interval, 
constitute  the  chief  fun  of  the  piece.  At  lenght 
Girofla  returns,  and  the  plot  is  explained  to  the 
enraged,  but  now  pacified  Mourzouk. 


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GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


AC  T   I 


SCENE  PREMIERE. 

Le  th^tre  repr€sente  les  jardins  du  palais  de  Bol&o.  Aufond, 
un  mttr  presqne  ajleur  de  terre  et  laissant  apercevoir  la  mer. 
— A  droite  et  a  gtiuche,  escaliers  de  marhre  conduisant  a  des 
terrasses  practicables. — Au  premier  plan,  de  chaque  cdte,  pa- 
vilions d' architecture  mauresque. — Les  autres  plans  sont  li- 
bres  et  les  jardins  sont  ceiise's  se  continuer  dans  les  coulis  es. 

Honimes  et  Femmes  da  palais  ;  puis  Pedbo,  Paquita,  et  des 
Pages. 


INTRODUCTION. 


Chaeur. 


Que  chacun  se  compose 
Un  visage  joyeux  : 
II  faut  voir  tout  en  rose 
En  ce  jour  bicnlicureux  \ 

{ Entrent  Pedro  et  Paquita.) 

Pedro  et  Paquita.     A  sa  future  femme, 
Chaque  fntur  marl, 
En  paire  de  sa  flamme, 
Vient  d'envoyer  ceci. 
( De  chaque  escalier  desceiident  des  drmoiselles  d'honneur  po  tant 

deux  corbeilJes,  I'une  }-ose  (t  V autre  bleue. 
Tons.  Des  corbcilles  dc  raaria'.'c! 

Ces  deux  messieurs  out  de  I'usage. 
Paquita.       lis  ont  rnison,  car  en  mcna^ie, 
Entrc  I'epoux  ct  sa  moitie, 
Les  p'tits  cadcaux  cntrcticnn'nt  I'amitie. 
Reprise.       Que  cliancun  se  compose,  etc, 
Pedro.  Et,  maintenant,  bonne  nouvelle  ; 

Pour  recompenser  notrc  zele, 
Jusqu'a  la  fete  de  tantot. 
On  nous  accorde  a  tous  canipo. 
Tous.  Bravo  !  bravo ! 

Pedro,  {aux  femmes.)     Ainsi  done,  prcncz  vos  ebats; 

Le  jeu  convieiit  a  1 'innocence. 
Mais,  de  ces  licux  ne  vous  ecartez  pas. 

Et  pourquoi  done  cette  de'fense  ? 

T"!es  pirates  nombreux 

Infestent  ces  rivases, 

Et  s'attaquent,  les  (rucux  ! 

Aux  enfants  de  vos  ages. 

Des  pirates  !  Oh  !  la  !  la! 
Des  pirates,  qii'est-c'  que  c'cst  qn*(;'a? 

Ce  que  c'cst  ?  II  n'en  faut  pas  rire; 

Ecoutez,  je  vais  vous  le  direr. 


'Toutes. 
Pedro. 


Toutes. 
Paquita. 


SCENE   FIRST. 

[Scene  represents  the  gardens  of  the  palace  of  Bolero.  At 
of  stage  is  a  wall,  beyond  which  is  seen  the  sea.  On  the 
and  lift  are  marble  staircases  leading  up  to  practicable  t 
ces.  On  either  side  are  pavilions  of  Moorish  architectm 
The  remainder  of  the  stage  is  unoccupied,  and  the  garden 
pear  to  extend  behind  the  scenes.] 

Men  and  Women  of  the  Palace,  afterwards  Pedko,  Paqt 
and  Pages. 


INTRODUCTION. 


Chorus. 


Let  every  one 

Look  fresh  and  gay  ! 

All  should  be  joy 

This  happy  day. 

(Enter  Pedro  and  Paquitt 
Pedro  and  Paquita.     Of  each  future  wife 

The  partner  for  life, 

Has  thought  it  the  cheese 

To  send  her  these. 
(Enter,  descending  the  steps,  on  either  side,  bridesmaids,  bee 

two  baslcets,  one  rose-colored  and  the  other  blue. 
All. 


Paquita. 


Refrain. 
Pedro. 


Wedding  gifts  !  These  gentlemen  both 
Understand  how  to  plight  their  troth. 
They  are  quite  right,  for  in  married  life, 
These  little  presents  from  husband  to  wife 
Bind  their  friendship  and  ward  off  strife. 
Let  every  one,  etc. 
And  now,  good  news  ! 
As  reward  for  our  zeal, 
"We  are  granted  a  holiday, 
During  the  forthcoming  celebration. 
All.  Bravo  !   bravo  ! 

Pedro,  (to  the  ladies.)     So  then,  to  your  sports, 

Nothing  suits  innocence  like  amusement; 

But  you  are  requested  not  to  go  off  the  preiu 

And  why  is  this  forbidden  ? 

Of  pirates,  a  host 

Infest  all  the  coast, 

And  the  wretches,  'tis  true, 

Steal  children  like  you. 

Pirates  ;  oh  !  bah  !  bah  ! 

Pirates  !  and  what  are  they  ■* 

What  are  they  1     You'd  better  not  laugh; 

Listen  !  I  will  tell  you  about  them. 


All. 
Pedro. 


AU. 


Paquita. 


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GIROFLE  GIROFLA. 


Tous. 


Lorsque  la  journee  est  finie, 
Et  que  vient  le  repos  du  soir, 
Aiipres  de  la  cote  endormie, 
Lorsque  Ton  ose  aller  s'asseoir, 
Sondain,  pres  des  rivag;es  sombres, 
Dii  milieu  des  flots  en  courroux, 
On  voit  suri;ir  dc  grandes  ombres. . 

Ganle  a  vous ! 
Cc  sont  des  diables  k  I'oeil  roux, 
JIal  faits,  barbus  et  sans  cravates  ; 
lis  sont  plus  laids  que  des  hiboux. 

Garde  a  vous  ! 
Ce  sont  les  pirates  ! 

Ce  sont  les  pirates  ! 

II. 


Paquita.       Or,  savez-vour,,  mesdemoiselles, 

Comment  vivent  tous  ces  brigands? 
En  enievant  des  jouvencelies 
Qu'ils  vendent  a  des  mecreants. 
Done,  pour  peu  que  vos  soyez  belles, 
Que  vous  aycz  dc  grands  yeux  douK, 
O  mes  gcntill  s  tourterel  es. 
Garde  a  vous ! 
Ce  sont  les  pirates  ! 

Tous.  Ce  sont  les  pirates  ! 

Pedro,  (regardant  mi  fond  a  (jnuchp.) 

Mais,  taisons-nous  ;  faisons  silence, 
Car  voici  monsieur  qui  s'avance. 

Tous.  Faisons  silence, 

Car  voici  monsieur  qui  s'avance. 
[  Entre  BoUro  tenant  dans  sps  bras  deux  pots  de  Jleurs, 
et  I' autre  bleu.) 

SCENE  II. 


I'un  rose 


JLes  Mimes,  Bolero. 

Bolero,  les  examlnant  avec  satisfartion. 
Fort  bien  !  tort  bicn  ! 
De  la  tcnuc  ct  du  mainticn. 
Vous  etes  tous  comme  il  convient ; 
Fort  bicn  !  fort  bien  ! 

(S'acan^ant  sur  le  devant  de  la  scene.) 


When  the  day's  finished  and  evening  has  come. 
And  the  sea  and  the  shore  in  slumber  repose; 
When  one  quietly  sleeps  all  heedless  of  harm, 
Unsuspicious  of  evil  and  thoughtless  of  foes. 
Suddenly  starting,  from  no  one  knows  where, 
Grim  shadowy  forms  seem  to  flit  through  the  air. 

Take  care ! 
They  are  hideous  devils  with  eyes  all  red, 
Bearded,  cravatless,  and  ugly  of  head. 

Take  care ! 

Beware ! 
The  pirates  are  there  ! 
AU.  The  pirates  are  there  ! 

^^=^='  II.  " 

;  Paquita.    Would  you  know  how  they  live,  these  horrible 
creatures. 
It's  a  terrible  trade  that  they  ply  indeed  ; 
They  capture  young  lassies  whose  beautiful  features, 
Like  yours,  young  ladies,  appeal  to  their  greed. 
So  look  out  for  your  charming  blue  eyes,  my  doves, 
Or  else  you'll  be  captured  for  pirate's  loves. 
Take  care  ! 
Beware ! 
\  The  pirates  are  there. 

\iAll.  The  pirates  are  there. 

P^^^ooking  from  back  of  stage,  Ipft.)     But  hush  !  Pray 
silent.     Monsieur  approaches. 

(Enter  Bolero,  holding  in  his  arms  two  pots  of  flowers,  one  rose 
colored  and  the  other  blue.) 


SCENE  II. 
The  same,  Bolero. 

Bolero,  (examining  them  with  satisfaction.) 
Very  fine  !  very  fine  ! 
Good  forms  and  proper  air, 
Now  yo«  are  as  you  should  be, 
Very  good  !  very  good  ! 

(He  advances  to  front  of  stage. 


BOLERO.      POUR  UN  TENDRE  PERE— FOB.  A  TENDER  FATHER, 


tModerato. 


Bolero. 


— S K,- T 


V- 


Pour  itn    ten  -  dre  pere 

For     a     ten  -  der  fa  • 


Ay  -  ant   un       en  -  fant  Pou  -  voir  sen  -  de  -  faire,  Cest  un  -  doux  mo- 
ther,     a  daugh  •  ter  dear.  What  a    touching    mo  -  ment  will  now  draw 


S- K h^ S Hr--i 


V-i 


-^—zh^z 


"^ 


meat  !  L'cnfant    est    en    Age,   Seize  ou  dix  -  sept  ans,      Vite  un    ma 
near.      On     the  verge  of  child  •  hood  the  young  maids  stand.  Waiting  for 


_^_iV 


::{:;=:::;_^_-;;}E± 


a  •  ge       se  bS,cIe  eu    doux 
pair     of  swains  to  clasp  the 
rail. 


temps  ;  A  -  lors    on    res-  pi    -    re,      Plus  un     seul  point  noir    Et     I'ou  pent   se  di  -   re:  lai  fait  mon     de- 
hand,  When  the  tie      is     fas  -  tened,  Wlienthe    day    is  past._  then  webreathe  more  free-It;,   for  she's  off       at 


GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


vour.       Je  vous  pre-sente  un    pd  -  re, 
last.       A     ten  -  der,  ten  -  der  fa  -  ther. 


uil    pe  -  re,    Je    vous  pre-sente  un    pe  -  re,   un     pe  -  re     un 
a    fa  •  ther.    Be  -  hold  him  now  ex  •  tUt  -  ant,  and  hap  -py  am 


rail. 


r^-^^ 


:qS: 


p9  *       ffg-^-pzzgxriiz: 


pe-re,   Je  vouspresentenn  pe  -  re,  Ra-di-eux  et  pros- pe  -  re,  Un  pe-rebienheur^uxD'en  a-voirca-sc  deux! 
hap-py    ah,  see  this  tender  parent,  Most  happy  that  the  twain  are  bestowedon  various  husbands.,and  cant  come  back  agai 


Dans  nne  famille, 
Je  Ic  dis  tout  bas, 
Unc  jeune  tille, 
C'est  un  embarras. 
Quand  on  n'en  a  qu'une, 
Certes,  c'est  affreux ; 
Mais,  quelle  infortune 
Quand  on  en  a  deux  ! 
Et  puis,  quclles  transes  ! 
Deux  dots  k  trouver, 
Snr  deux  innocences  ■ 
Sans  cesse  veiller 
Je  vous  presente  un  pere,  etc 
{Alt  chcEur.) 
Et  maintenant  allez,  partez, 
Pour  la  noce  vous  reviendrez  ! 
Tous.  Que  chacun  se  compose,  etc 

( To'it  le  monde  sort,  a  I'rxcfiption  de  Pedro  et  de  Paqnita,  qui 
restent  au  fond  et  s-'inblent  si  consnllrr.  Dol&o  reste  sur  le  de- 
vant  de  la  scene,  pointant  une  tongue  liste  qu'd  tient  a  la  main.) 

SCENE  III 
Bolero,  Paquita,  Pedro. 

Bolero  salisie  a  la  main.     Voyons  si  je  n'ai  rien  oublie. . . 
que  d'affaires  I 
AUons !     monsieur   Pedro,    du 


Allez  done  ! 
Hein^..Ah!  c'est  toi,  Paquita? 


(Bas  a  Pedro.) 


Que  d'affaires,  mon  Dieu 

Paquita,    bas    a    P€dro. 
courage ! 

Pedro.     Je  n'ose  pas. 

Paquita,  I'entrdinant. 

Bolero,  se  reloarnnnt. 
Qu'est-ce  que  tu  veux  ? 

Paquita,  vioement.  Moi  ?  rien,  mon  parrain. .  .C'est  mon- 
sieur Pedio  qui. . . 

Bolero,  a  Pedro.     Ah  !  c'est  vous,  jeune  homme  ? 

Pedro.  Mais  non,  monsieur  Bolero,  ce  n'est  pas  moi, 
c'est  au  contraire  Mile.  Paquita. 

Paquita.     Pas   du   tout ! . .  c'est   lui ! 
Parlez  done ! 

Pedro,  de  mime.     Non,  parlez,  vous  ! 

Bolero,  qui  attend.     Eb  hien  1 

Paquita,  impatient€s.     C'est  trop  fort ! 
bien  !    mon   parrain,  je  venais  vous  redemander  ma  main 
pour  monsieur   Pe'dro.     (A   Pedro,  en  boudant.)     Oh!  ces 
hoinir'.-°s.  ca  ".'ose  jamais  I 

Bolero,     Ta  n.ain ! 

Paquita.  Quand  nous  avons  parM  de  cela,  il  y  a  deux 
mois,  vous  nous  avez  repondu  qu'il  fallait  attendre  que 
monsieur  Pedro,  qui  etait  amploye  dans  les  cuisines,  edt  de 
I'avancement. 

Pedro.  Et  que  j'aurais  de  I'avancement  quand  je  saurais 
faire  une  creme. 

Paquita.     Eh  bien  !  ilsait.. 

Pedro,  tui presentant  un  plat.     Et  voici  ma  creme. .« 

Paquita.  Golltez  Ik,  mon  parrain,  et  vous  verrez  que  no- 
tre  marriage  est  k  point. 

Bolero.  Votre  marriage  ! . .  Comment  vou.s  venez  me  par- 
ler  de  marriage  dans  un  pareil  moment !.  .quand  j'ai  dejk 
celui  de  mes  deux  filles  sur'  les  bras  ! 


(A  Bolero. )    Eh 


In  the  family  circle — 
I  whisper  it  softly — 
A  young  daughter 
Is  rather  embarrassing. 
When  you've  but  one, 
It  ic  indeed  frightful ; 
But  fancy  the  misfortune 
Of  having  two  ! 
Imagine  the  annoyance. 
Of  providing  two  dowries. 
And  watching  unceasingly 
These  two  innocents. 
I  present  you  a  father,  etc. 
(To  the  Chorus.) 
And  now  go  !  depart ! 
Returning  in  time  for  the  wedding. 
All.  Let  every  one  look  fresh,  etc. 

(Exeunt  all  except  Pedro  and  Paquita,  who  remain  at  back 
stage  conversing  together.  Bolero  remains  in  front,  point 
to  a  long  list  which  he  holds  in  his  hand.) 

SCENE   III. 
Bolero,  Paquita,  Pedro. 

Bolero  (with  the  list  in  his  hand).  Let  me  see  now  if  I  h 
forgotten  nothing.  Oh,  so  much  business  !  Good  heave 
how  much  business  I  have  ! 

Paquita  (aside  to  Pedro).     Now  Pedro,  courage ! 

Pedro.     I  do  not  dare — 

Paquita  (interrupting).     Go  on. 

Bolero  (turning).  Ah  !  is  it  you,  Paquita?  What  do  i 
wish  1 

Paquita  (quickly).  I?  nothing,  godfather.  It  is  ] 
Pedro  who — 

Bolero  (to  Pedro).     Ah  I  So  it  is  you  young  man  ? 

Pedro.  No,  monsieur  Bolero,  it  is  not;  on  the  contra 
it  is  Mile.  Paquita. 

Paquita.  Not  at  all — it  is  he.  (Aside  to  Pedro).  N 
speak ! 

Pedro  (same).     No,  you  speak. 

Bolero  (waiting).     Well  ? 

Paquita  (impatiently.  This  is  too  much  !  (to  Bolero.)  V 
well,  godfather;  I  have  come  to  ask  my  hand  of  you  for 
Pedro,  (to  Pedro,  pouting)  Oh !  these  men.  They've 
courage. 

Bolero.     Your  hand ! 

Paquita.  When  we  spoke  of  the  matter  some  two  mon 
ago,  you  replied  that  we  must  wait  till  Pedro,  who  was  ( 
ployed  in  the  kitchen,  was  promoted. 

Pedro.  And  that  I  should  be  promoted  when  I  knew  h 
to  make  a  creme. 

Paquita.     Well !  he  knows  how — 

Pedro  (ojfe.rering  him  a  plate).     See,  this  is  my  creme. 

Paquita.  Taste  it,  godfather,  and  you  will  see  that  ( 
marriage  will  be  in  the  nick  of  time. 

Bolero.     Your  marriage!  How  then  !  you  daretocom( 
me  to  talk  about  your  marriage  at  such  a  moment — wTie 
have  already  the  weddings  of  n)y   two  daughters  on 
hands ! 


G 


GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


Pedrt .     C'est  justcment  pour  (;a. . 

Paquiln.  Ci'itainum^nt. . .  l)c  voir  les  autrcs,  9a  nous 
(lontie  envie.  .(Le  rdlinmil.)  iMon  petit  parrain  !. . 

I'&lro,  (de  vu-iiip.)     Moiisit'iir  Bolero.. 

Bolero.  D'nbord.  voiis  saviz  liicii  que  ya  no  mc  regarde 
pas  . .  Adressezvous  a  in:i  t'jiii:na. 

Ptiqnila,  (s'  ehi(/mttit  ticic  craihtf.)  A  Mme  Aurore?  Oh  ! 
je  n'oserai  jamais  ! . . 

Pedro,  (lie  mcntc.)  Ni  nioi.     Ellc  est  si  me'rchante  ! 

Paijnila.     Elle  a  un  si  mauvais  caracteie  ! 

Bolero,  (s'onUiant.)  A  qui  le  dites-vous  ?  .  .(^5e  rf^rpnrtn/.) 
Eh  bien  !  qu'est-cc  que  c'est  1 . .  Vonlcz-vous  bien  ne  pas  dire 
du  inal  de  votre  niaiiresse  ! . . 

Pwpiiid,  {iivfiiant  a  liii. )  Mon  petit  parrain,  vous  lui  par- 
lerez  pour  nous,  n'est  ce  ))as  ? 

Pedro,  (nieiiip  jen.)     Proinettcz-nous  le. . . 

Bolero.  Eli  bien!  oni..l'lus  tard,  .Quand  Pedro  saura 
faire  une  tarte  aiix  prunes. 

Pedro.     Aux  prunes  ! 

Bolero.  Oui,  aux  prunes,  {On  entend  Aurore  appe  er  Bo- 
l^TO  dans  la  couUsse.)     Ah!  c'est  elle  ! 

Paquita.  Mon  Dieu  !  Sauvons-nous  !,  .(£//e  scsauue^jar 
la  (jaurlie  avec  Pe'dro.) 

Bolero,  {les  reifudant  piirlir.)  Voilk  I'effet  qu'elle  produit 
a  tout  le  niondc,  ina  tbnune. . .  ( Reprenant  sa  liste.)  Pourvu 
queje  n'aio  rien  oublie,  mon  Dieu  !,. 

SCENE    IV. 
Bolero,  Aoroke. 

Aurore,  {entrant  vivement  par  la  drotte.)  Bolero  !  BoMro  !. . 

Bolero,  (tres  soumi.s.)     Me  voiei,  Aurore. 

Aurora.  Vous  ne  pouvez  pas  repondre  plus  tot,  quand  je 
vous  appelle  ? 

Bolero.     Mais..  [ai  dit  ? 

Aurore.     C  est  bien  !.  .Avez  vous  fait  tout  ce  queje  vous 

Bolero.     Oui,  Aurore. 

Aurore.     Le  ehapelain  ? 

Bolero.     Prcvenu. 

Aurore.     Le  diner  ? 

Bolero.     Comrnande. 

Aurore.     Ia's  Musieiens  ? 

Bolero.     Siir  la  feu. 

Aurore.     Vous  dites  ? 

Bolero.     Non,  le  diner. .  .Les  musieiens  command(?s. 

Aurore.  Vous  n'avcz  rien  oublie...  Qa  m'etonne. . .  Ah  ! 
si  je  ne  m'oeeupais  pas  des  moindres  choses. .  .Tenez,  vous 
etez  bien  heureiix  d'avoir  une  fcmme  eomme  moi... 

Bolero.     C'est  ec  que  je  mc  (lis  d  ehaque  heure  du  jour. . . 

Aurore.  Vous  ne  vous  le  direz  jamais  assez.  .car,  cnfin, 
vous,  don  Boldro  d'AIearazas,  due  de  Malaj^a,  comte  de 
Sandoval  y  Gonzales  y  Nigo,  Grand  d'Espagne  de  dormerc 
classe,  {;ouverneur  de  cette  province  pour  le  compte  de  Sa 
Majeste',  que  seriez. .  vous  sans  moi,  je  vous  le  demande  ?  Pas 
d'cnergie. 

Bolero.     C'est  vrai. . . 

Aurore.     ('apacite  nulle. 

Bolero.     (J'est  vrai.. . 

Aurore.     Intelligence  cxcessivement  born^e. . . 

Bolero.     C'est  vrai. . . 

Aurore.  Et  cependaiit  vous  etcs  arrive  k  un  certain  prcs- 
ti_'e.  ..Le  roi  daij^ne  vous  accorder  quelque  confiance,  vos 
voisins  vous  craiLcnent  ct  vos  administrcs  vous  rcspectent. . . 
Cela,  parce  que,  djvant  le  monde,  j'ai  le  bon  esprit  de  m'ef- 
facer  et  de  ne  laisscr  voir  ii  personne  I'influencc  qui  vous 
fait  aftir  et  les  ti's  queje  tiens  dans  la  main. 

Bolero.     Ml  ehere  amie,  crois  bien  queje  reconnais.., 

Aurore.  Oui,  ui  untenant,  ])arce  qu  il  faut  bien  vous  ren- 
dre  a  I'e'videnec. .  .Mais  il  non  a  pas  toujours  e'te  ainsi... 
Par  example,  il  y  a  seize  an-;,  lorsque,  faisant  conscienci- 
eusement  lionneur  ii  mes  devoirs  d'cpouse,je  vous  ai  rendu 
deux  fois  pbre  le  nieme  jour. . . 

Bolero.  Oui,  de  deux  adorables  jumelles,  Girofld  et  Gi- 
rofla. 


Pedro.     That's  exactly  why — 

Paquita.  Certainly — scein<r  the  others  puts  us  in  n)ind  of 
it — {roressinij  him) — my  link'  codfaiher  ! 

Pedro  (s(iine).      Monsieur  Bolero! — 

Bolero.  First  of  all,  you  know  well  enough  that  this 
doesn't  concern  me.     You  must  apply  to  my  wife. 

Paquita  (>ihrihL{/iq  wilhj'iur).  'To  Madame  Aurore.  Oh! 
I  never  should  dare  ! 

Pedro  {same).     Nor  I.     She  is  so  wicked. 

Piiquitii.     Her  character  is  so  harsh  ! 

Bolero  (iihsen/li/).  lias  who,  do  you  say  1  (recoverirtq  him- 
self.) Well,  now  !  what's  all  this  ?  You  certainly  do  n»t 
wish  to  speak  ill  ot  your  mistiess  I 

Paquita  (approarhin'i  him).  My  little  godfather,  you  will 
speak  to  her  for  us  uonv,  won't  you? 

Pedro  (same  business).     Promise  us  that  you  will. 

Bolero.  Oh,  well,  yes— later — when  Pedro  has  learned 
how  to  make  a  tart  with  plums. 

Pedro.     With  plums  ? 

Bolero.  Yes,  with  plums.  [Aurore  is  heard  without  calling 
Bolero.)     Ah  !  it  is  she  ! 

Paquita.  Good  heavens !  let  us  escape  !  (Exit,  lejl,  with 
Pedro.) 

Bolero  (observing  their  depnrltire) .  Look  at  that !  That  is 
the  effect  my  wife  has  upon  everybody.  (Taking  up  list 
again.)     Heaven  grant  that  I  have  forgotten  nothing ! 

SCENE    IV. 
Bolero  and  Aurore. 

Aurore,  {entering  mpidlij  from  the  right.)     Bolero  !  Bolero  ! 

Bolero  (submi.'isireiy.)     Here  I  am,  Aurora. 

Aurore.     Couldn't  you  answer  sooner  when  I  call  ? 

Bolero.     But — 

Aurore.     Well  !  well !  Have  you  done  all  I  told  you  to  do? 

Bolero.     Ye^,  Aurore. 

Auro7-e.     The  parson  ? 

Bolero.     Already  spoken  to. 

Aurore.     The  dinner  ? 

Bolero.     Ordered. 

Aurore.     Tlie  musicians? 

Bolero.     On  the  fire. 

Aurore.     What's  that  you  say  1 

Bolero.  Oh  !  I  mean  the  dinner.  The  musicians  are  or- 
dered. 

Aurore.  You  really  have  forgotten  nothint:  !  I  am  quite 
astonished.  Oh,  if  I  didn't  attend  to  every  little  tliinu — you 
ought  to  consider  yourself  fortunate  to  have  such  a  wif,; — 

Bolero.  That's  what  I  say  to  myself  every  hour  of  the 
day. 

Aurore.  You  can  never  say  it  often  enough  for  even  you, 
Don  Bolero  D'AIearazas,  Duke  of  Malaga,  C'ount  of  Smu- 
doval  and  fJonzalcs  and  Nigo,  grandee  of  Spain  of  the  low- 
est class,  royal  governor  of  this  province,  I  ask  you  what, 
indeed,  would  you  he  without  me  ?     Without  euer;:y. 

Bolero.     True. 

Aurore.     No  capacity  whatever  ! 

Bolero.     True  again. 

Aurore.     C)f  excessively  limited  intelligence! 

Bolero.     Too  true. 

Aurore.  And  yet  you  appear  to  ))ossess  a  certain  influ- 
ence. The  King  puts  some  conlidence  in  you.  Your 
neighbors  fear  you,  and  your  subjects  res[)ect  you.  This  is 
because  1  have  the  good  sense  to  keep  myself  in  the  back- 
ground, so  that  none  knows  what  influences  your  actions, 
or  suspects  that  I  hoM  the  reins  of  government. 

Bolero.     My  darling,  believe  me,  I  am  truly  thank.'''il. 

Aurore.  Yes,  now  you  are,  because  you  cannot  avoid  .see- 
ing it.  •  But  it  was  not  always  thus.  For  instance,  sixteen 
vears  ago,  having  faithfully  discharged  my  duties  as  a  wife, 
I  made  you  twice  a  father  in  the  same  day. 

Bolero.  Yes  :  two  beautiful  twin  daughters — Glrofle  and 
Girofia. 


GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


Aurore.  Eh  bien  !  ce  jour-la,  m'avez-vous  su  le  moindre 
grd  de  cctte  attention  toiitc  speciale'?..Non,  vaus  trouviez 
que  j'allais  trop  vite  ! . . 

Bo/rro.     Dame!  deuxfilles. .. 

Aurore.  Vous  etes  bien  heureux  des  les  avoir  aujourd'- 
hui,  ces  deux  filles  !.  .Jc  ne  sais  pas  trop  ce  que  vous  devi 
endricz  sans  elles. . . 

Bolero.     C'est  vrai. . . 

Aurore.  D'un  cote,  vous  deviez  quatre  millions  h.  des 
banqniers  de  Cadix,  la  maison  Marasquin  et  cotnpagnie. . . 
L'eehdance  approchait  et  vous  n'aviez  pas  les  fonds. 

Bo/rrn.     C'c'tait  la  faillite! 

Aurore.  De  I'autro,  sur  les  fronti^res  de  Grenade,  vous 
aviez  un  voisin  rcdoutable,  le  Maure  Alourzouk,  qui  se  liv- 
rait  a  des  incursions  re'ite're'es  sur  votre  province  ..Un 
homine  qui  doit  quatre  millions  k  une  maison  de  banque,  et 
qui  ne  pent  pas  les  payer,  n'a  naturellemcnt  pas  le  moyen 
de  sc  mcttre  sur  un  pied  de  guerre  bien  brillant. 

Bolero.     Nous  allions  etre  englobes. . . 

Aurore.  C'est  alors  que  je  suis  venue  a  votre  secours. 
Marasquin  et  compay;nie  avaient  un  fils,  un  jeune  dadais, 
que  nous  tie  connaissons  pas,  mais  sur  lequel  j'ai  les  meill 
urs  rensei;j;neraent3..  .Quant  k  Mourzouk,  it  e'tait  ce'liba- 
taire. .  .Je  leur  ai  envoye'  les  portraits  de  Girofle  et  de  Gi- 
rofla,  et  anjourd'hui  un  double  mariage  va  vous  tirer  d'af- 
faire. 

Bolero.     II  reste  k  savour  si  nos  filles. . 

Aurore.  Nos  filles,  elles  sont  cnchant(5es  de  se  marier, 
pour  quitter  enfin  le  bleu  et  le  rose  auxquels  nous  avons  dii 
les  condamner  depuis  leur  naissance,  afin  do  pouvoir  les 
distinguer. 

Bolero.  Du  reste,  I'une  aura  un  mari  trop  doux,  I'autre 
un  e'poux  terrible  et  violent :  en  etablissant  la  proportion, 
nous  sonimes  siirs  qu'elles  seront  parfaitement  heureuses. 

Aurore,  {du  fond.)  Les  voici  qui,  avant  de  se  rendre  k 
leur  toilette  nuptiale,  vicnnent  vous  presenter  leurs  devoirs. 
.  .En  votre  qualite  depere,  il  faut  que  vous  leur  addressiez 
quelques  paroles. 

Bolero,     Si  tu  voulais  ? 

Aurore.  Moi?..Vous  savez  bien  que  devant  le  monde, 
je  m'cffixce.  (Lui  dormant  un  papier.)  Seulemcnt,  comme 
vous  n'etes  bon  a  rien,  je  vous  ai  prepare  quelque  criose. . . 
Vous  leur  donnerez  cela. .  .{Musique  a  ['orchestra.) 

SCENE  V. 

Les  Memes  GirofLE,  Demoiselles  d'honneur ;  puis  GiROFLA. 

( (Jirnji^j  habillde  de,  bleu,  entre  suivie  de,  ses  demoiselles 

d'honneur  €iigalement  en  bleu.) 


Aurore.     Ah !  well,  on  that  day  did  you  uppreciate  tli 
special  attention  ?  No  ?  you  thought  I  was  going  tO(j  fasi 


BAero. 

Aurore. 
ters  to-day 
out  them. 

Bolero. 

Aurore. 


Good  gracious  !     Two  daughters ! 
You  are  glad  enough  to  have  those  two  daug 
I  really  don't  know  what  you  would  du  wit 


That's  very  true, 

For  instance,  you  owed  four  millions  to  Man 
quin  &  Co.,  bankers  of  Cadiz,  which  was  nearly  due  a; 
you  had  not  the  money. 

Bolero.     Bankruptcy ! 

Aurore.  And,  on  the  other  hand,  on  the  frontiers  of  Gi 
nada  you  had  a  dangerous  nei;.;hbor,  the  Moor  Mourzon 
who  was  continually  raiding  upon  your  territory.  A  ni; 
who  owed  a  banking  house  four  millions  and  could  not  p; 
them,  was  naturally  not  in  condition  to  carry  on  a  ve 
brilliant  war. 

Bolero.     We  should  have  been  swallowed  up  ! 

Aurore.  It  was  then  that  I  came  to  your  assistan( 
Marasquin  &  Co.  had  a  son — a  young  booby  whom  we  d 
no  k!iow — but  with  regard  to  whom  my  information  w 
most  accurate.  As  for  Mourzouk,  he  was  a  bachelor, 
sent  them  the  portraits  of  Girofle  and  Girofla,  and  to-day 
double  marriage  rescues  us  from  our  difficulties. 

Bolero.     It  remains  to  be  seen  whether  our  daughters- 

Aurore.  Our  daughters  are  delighted  wiih  the  prospc 
of  marriage  and  of  at  last  leaving  off  blue  and  rose  cole 
which  they  have  been  forced  to  wear  since  their  birth,  in  < 
der  to  distinguish  them  apart.  • 

Bolero.  Besides,  one  will  have  a  too  submissive  husbun 
and  the  other  one  who  is  terribly  violent ;  in  thus  estalis 
ing  a  general  average,  we  are  sure  they  must  be  perfect 
happy. 

Aurore  (from  back  of  stage").  Here  they  come  now,  befo 
donning  tlicir  bridal  toilets,  to  wait  upon  you.  In  yourp 
rental  capacity,  you  ought  to  speak  a  few  words  to  them. 

Bolero.     If  you  wish  it. 

Aurore.  I  ^  You  well  know  that  in  society  I  withdrti 
{giving  him  a  paper.)  Only  as  you  are  good  for  nothing 
have  prepared  something  for  you.  You  will  give  them  th 
—{music  in  orchestra.) 

SCENE  V. 

TTie  same.  Girofle,  Bridesmaids,  and  afterwards  Girofl 
(  Girofle,  dressed  in  blue,  enters  followed  by  bridesmaids,  al 
in  blue.) 


M  Allegro. 


GIROFLE. 


PURE  ADORE— VK  'TIS  THE  DAY. 


Pere     a  -  do  -  re  c'est  Gi 
Pa  this  same  day  your  Gi 


ro  -  fle    Qui  vient    a  -  vant 
ro  -fle    Will  bid  fare  -  well 


son —       ma  -  ri  -    a    -   ge  Te     de  -  man-der 
to —       you  and  moth  -  er,  And  each  ca  -  ress 


-' ' y-i — 1^  ■  I 


de     lui  don   -  ner  Sur    ce  point  les      con-seils    d'u  -  sa  -  ge    Pere      a  -  do  -  re         c'est  Gi  -  ro     -    fle 
that    I    po8  -  sess    Will  not    be    yours,  but  from    an  •  o  -  ther,  Your  Gi  -  ro  -  fle         this  wed-divg    day 

Fine. 


-- N- 


-0- 


P5re  a    -    do    -    re  —     c'est       Gi  -  ro-flo 
Would  come  once  more       your      Gi-ro-fle 


C'est,  pa  -  rait  il,    un  grave  6  -  ve  ■  ne  -  ment  Qui  se    pr^- 
One  day     in  life    is      a  maiden's  heart  rife  With  hope  and 


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M^gHui.    }«  -  f«.   que  Btt     fau;«»     t'il 
<iv»r     fce^.       Av    mvt  vam     jn  -  titer     vr    moth^      be 


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Aurote,  {hit  n  Mint. )  Ali^/.*...  ( 

liitlfio.    Hti  <j)l«.  »)» <ii«;r<;  <ijr<^^««  lavmtait  <>ii  to  »as  ^ 

»uiv  In  mui: ) 

litiiijU',  i'lo/in/^' fMi  I'itiiwiiMi)    Papa!.,  | 

li'ilt'iD,  (nitini'iidi  ,J<;  >w;  tr9«v«  j>a,s  <1«  aleJTIeor**  par  i 

(Jiin/lt'.  (liHuiiL)  Art,  212.— FxiS^poux  6«  doivent  muto-  j 
cllcdi'  lit  Hdf'liu?,  wxwiirs  et  asssistaoce."— Akt    Siia — "  L* 
inuri  (Uik  i>rQUU'.uon  k  aa.  fewwe,  ia  feoime  gl^it>»aa<*  a  «on  ' 
Mjuii  " 

Aiiioie.  l',w),  Hia  (ilk,  <;'»'st  la  loi.  Nous  d'svions  te  la 
rM|>(fil<r.  Miii^  il  y  a  <lirt(i(ent«s  raani^re«  de  I'appliquer. 
Ji;  i'<ns  it^iKiiii  111  jjonne, 

liulfio.  Va  lu  hcMix  t'cn  rapporter  a  ta  mere,  raon  enfant ; 
ellt!  s'y  t'lnriait— Va  t'lialiillcr. 

(liii)llif.  Oui,  jiupu.  (II  I'lmhmaim  mr  h  fr'mt,-^Mmiqw.. 
—  /','//('  eittiv.  iliiiin  II'  piiDilloii,  puiH  revUrU,  aeji-XU,  au  cou  ck  son 

pill'  ll  ll'tlllf  fii'  IHlUIWItl    ) 

Aiiioii'..  \''Aii\<'\\  i\  n\u\\.  .((Jirojli  rmlrc  encore.  L'em- 
hniHsniil . )  Mm  rlicii;  (ilk;,,  du  courat;e..  (Avec  /motion.} 
J  Jim  ()iii' j'nl  <fuf  coiiiiuo  t'«ln  !, . 

linli'iu.  O'fst  vrni.JI  y  a  lon;.'temps.  {Avec  €nergie.) 
Voyotis,  Aurore,  lu  vas  la  m<;tti(;  en  retard. 

Aiiiiii,'.  Va,  nviti  I'niiiiii, .  .(I-IIU-  la  rwondiiit  au  pavilion, 
drill'  ill  I  hill  i>  itilninii'  II  (iW  fiiilo  pur  un  noniepi/itunt  ezactmtent 
le  iiinliiiiiv  ilr  I'm  I, III'  ifiii  jmii'  li-  r^lrdu  (Jliofle.  Ia'.h  demiosiUes 
li'liiiiiiiiiir  III  Hiiiiuul,  ll  in  ili'JiliiiU  itivant  Uol&o  et  Aurore,  font 
cliiinnir  In  le'r^ii'iwi'.) 

/tiiliii).     A  raurc  inaintcnant. 
{(liiii/l'i  jiiii.iV  hilioilr,  ri'iitr  ill'  rose  et  suiuie  de  $e$  demoiselles 
iriiiiniiiiir,  I'lnliiiiiiii  in  rose. 


(t'iiojla.  Pcii  pa|(rt, 

C'l'Mt  (iirofla 
Qui  viiiit,  iivniit  hon  ninriajrc,  &c. 
/Vii/rri),     Ma  (illc,  nni  chhc  (iiroflu  nu  moment  ob  tu  vas 
eonirncitr  iiii  on^,'aj;etm'iit,. . .{//  s  iirrcte  iinu.) 


dnofh 


Vi\ 


pa. 


'e.     l)u  roste,  ma  (ille,  votre  i)ire  Ticnt  de  donner  Ji 


Aurore  {aeidt  to  BoUro. ) 


■jii./     Pbpa  . — 

^^     I  cannot  find:  ore  snitable 

re&6  Ton  thsB  this  cmds  her  the 


o,2_.tj. 


wife  owe 
-:  '  Art. 
wife  obey 


Goob! 

■r  r  ■  ^  r.--  '-— r.f5e,  tbe  JDomeat 
» •  eiiii-cinent— (ie 

(.ri.njJi>J.  \  /t 

h>At:rij  {ie/: 
lani(uag»:  in  •■ 
pajM-r.)     liet 

Oifof'  '  - 
eaeij  <j\ 

her  bubbauti. 

Aurore.  Tbie,  my  child,  is  the  law.  Wsmght  to  re- 
Blind  you  of  it.  But  there  are  different  ways' applring  it. 
ril  bhow  yon  the  best. 

boLero.  You  may  trust  your  mother,  ir  child.  She 
knows  all  about  it.     Now  po  and  dress. 

Girrj/la.  Yen,  papa.  (He  hisses  her  on  the  fonead.  ilvsic. 
She  enteris  the  Puvilion,  then  returru,  throws  henf  vpon  her 
JhU/ier's  neck,  and  agciin  retires.) 

Aurore.  And  me  !  And  me  !  ( GiroJU  re-en't.  Icissesher.) 
My  dear  child,  courage!  (With  emotion.)  1  think  that  I 
was  once  like  that ! 

Uoliiro.  It  is  true-  but  long  ago.  (  Withered)  Come, 
Aurore,  you  are  detaininj^  her.  .. 

Aurore.  Go,  my  child  !  (She  reconducts  h  to  the  Pavil- 
ion. This  lititer  interview  has  been  acted  by  a  ''  mble,"  wear- 
inff  exactli/  the  same  costume  as  that  worn  by  irojk.  The 
bridesmniih  follow  her,  and  in  passing  be/ore  &ro  and  Au- 
rore, earh  curt^sies.) 

Bolero.  Now,  for  the  other.  ( Girojla  appes  on  the  right, 
dressed  in  rose  color,  and  followed  by  her  bndeiaids,  also  in 
rose  color.) 


Girojla.  Litte  papa, 

'Tis  Girofla 
Who  comes  before  her  marriage,  i. 
Bolero.     My  daughter !  My  darling  Girofli    At  the  mo- 
ment when  you  are  about  to  contract  sn  enyrement— («<• 
stops,  deeply  affected.) 

Girojla.     Papa  !—  .  ^ 

Aurore.     Besides,   my   daughter,   yonr  fa'«r   nas  J"^ 


GIROFLE-GIR^JFLA. 


0 


Totre  M»ar  on  j>.'t  f.apfer  qo»»  vous  poarrex  conAu'ter  «Tec 
frnit  en  voas  iutiilunt. . .  Ai)'r«  ! 

(}irofl(i.     O u  iiiamin. . .  /  Eilt  fMrf.  d/xnt  hi  paoiUun  name 

SCEXE  VL 

Aitrorit.     Boku,  qaclle  hftnre  eat-il  t 

Bol^o.  AtKtlJ,  ma  bonne. . .  f //  <//■«  k/v?  vwntre  &  r^iAi- 
tim  H  In  fail  nn-mr.)  OnK  h';nrfts  frt  dcmic. 

Atirof'..  On?  'isares  et  <\'^rn(i  I ,  .et  n^rt  rr^mdre*  arrir^t 
1^  midi ;  vou't  n  f  tz  qne  ie  tera(>4. .  Alles  a  Lear  r«ncontfe.    { 

Bofero.     jry  cure.  ] 

Anfoff.,  En  leme  tetnp«,  rons  peuserez  d*ea  I'amiral ; 
KuaxnfjTff^.  et  ^u*  lai  reppellftTCz  qnc  c'cst  anjcmrd'bai  i 
meiDC  qr;  il  doit  rtiirlrc  la  mer  poor  tionner  la  chaMe  aox  j 
pirated  qni  ioff;sr<t  n'rt  cofi*.  ; 

Bii/ro.  C  ;s  trsrux  d^  pirat*M  !  Je  ne  vrrai  pai  fach^  d'em  ' 
Stre  ^r\rx:iA'-A  \ .  Ma  parole  d'hfmnttnr,  on  n'cst  pliu  trao- 

Iaille  chez  «»r/i, .  ^'our  nn  pea,  iU  riendraienc  timw  »«agef 
ans  ia  main. . .  ti  8  maine  dmitere,  il  nona  a  encore  mas- 
qo^  qninze  j';iim  fille*. . . 

Ajuwk.     Son«  done,  Bol^m,  t'i'a  m'enleraient !. . 

Byer'j,  (-iT'za  rt  /^7*r.)     Oh  !  9a  ! 

Anuitre.     Vor<litefl? 

BolfTo  *»  reprr.nt.  Jedis ;  Oh  !  <;a,  de  serait  ^poarant- 
abJe !— Heurcii.»ajeni,  arec  ifataraorrrt,  il«  n'en  on:  pla.? 
poor  loncnemp^  Jc  le  a/nnaU,  Jlataraorcn,  c'est  nn 
bomrnc  d'ap'om.  Noas  ponTons  dorrair  gor  le*  deox  oretllea, 

.4i£ro»-<.  Allt  vite.  ( A  c«  montent,  yfaravjvein  panAt  k  f- 
etcalier  li^  g^iHrli, 

3farnivpun,  »r  rarOt  a  la  main.     Pardofl  ! 

AHtiyrti.     Qii  «-ce  one  c^eat  gne  ceJai-fa  ? 

Mnrnuptin.  limt.    Doa  BoIcto  d'AJcaraza*. 

Bo/tro.     C'estnoi.., 

ilarivfiiin,  roAnnant,     Doc  de  Malaga. . 

B^Jen,    Ce-noi. 

M'lraxquin,  moejai.    Coate  de  Samloral  j  Goazaks  7 

Bc/ero.  'S\z<^ . .  Ceat  omm  . .  SeoleaKat,  bob  garpm,  je 
tt'ai  pa.«  Ie  temp<3e  to<m  receroir. 

Amnrit,     VotirepoMem  detnaia. 

Moj-av]  n'n.  \>mvataitf  dtmain ! . . Maia  c'te  aigoard'bai 
qnej'ai  aff;irc. 

J^'/ron;.     Eh  ha  !  j'ea  nna  fidne,  aMia  roaa  repasatrez. 

Maraiqinn.     ermettez ! 
Amnr*,  UfaisnL  pirofietter. 


Ainai,  demt-toor  et  fiks !. . 


3farauj-ii.    V  itqae  je  Tieaf  poar  Ie  1 

Avr/re  «f  60/^9.    Coanneatt 

Mnrn»qH>n.    ,<  saw  rotre  eendre,  MaiaaqBia. . 

/l'xror«  e!  Doi'o.     Maraaqohi ! 

Mifivpan.    l&\s,  txnuaeiaeat. 


^iren  jonr  iltter  a  litti';  paper  whi/'h   ron  mi^ht  itndj  to 
yoar  a/-lran'.a,'e  whik;  'ir'-f.inc.     Go! 

Giro/In.  Y'T*.  mumrciA.  (Hhfi.  *cnlj^%  tJ»>,  Par.,1lf/n,J JJ//w^d 
4y  Aer  hrtdtizTiuv/U.     Mua>a  in  nrfMi. ) 

SCE!fA  VI. 

BoLEEO,  Ara/VEK,  oftAnrfjyd*  yixluttiVAS. 

AuTijre.     UfAtrffi,  what  time  i«  it  * 

Bolnro.  One  nv^utefit,  mr  dear.  {IT'-  tnkvt  rM  rff*fifAft^ 
vyxt/:h  and  v/ii/>rj%  iftft  hfpir  )  lia!f-j)a.*t  eleren 

Anrr/re:.  Half  p-^.t  cleTfiTi  ?  And '/nr  .v/nvin-Iaw  are  War- 
rive  at  noon.   Yoa  hare  orilj  time  etjoa^ht — 2''  f'>  nice*  them. 

Bfiltrr,.     I  At 

.<4'iy<>*'«.  On  the  way  yoa  will  str.p  at  the  Admiral  \las»' 
moraa'  and  remin/l  him  that  he  *hr>ald  »et  oai  to  daj  &■* 
chaae  the  pirates  who  infest  otir  alv/res. 

fiV^ro.  Tb-rte  wretched  piratei !  I  «hoaH  nr/t  he  vnny 
to  be  rid  of  rhem.  Upon  mj  word  one  can't  re*«  ea.<y  in 
oae*!  bed.  They  are  bold  en<-/n;jh  to  f««>e  and  eat  oot  of 
oar  hanii.  Why,  only  la.«  week  we  k«t  fifteen  yoang^rii. 

Ajxrore.    Bethink  yoa,  Bofero,  choold  diey  earty  ntt  off  I 

BoVo  ^o-jTr/fuji/ii.)     A*,  for  that — 

A'ur>,'e.     What  did  yoa  say  * 

B  Ijirt  {riirxrr^^ijtfj  htTM^f.)  I  4ay.  As  for  that  It  woald 
be  tiOrnhU:.  Happily,  b'jwereT,  azainn  ytatamoraa  tbcy 
can't  la.«  Ion;?.  I  know  thi».  Matamora^.  He'*  a  bold  laan. 
We  n':^  not  annoy  onrselres. 

A'tT'-zTi.  fjfj  qaickly.  (^  <4/»  momxfi  Mnravpati  app^ftr% 
hy  th/t  titnirrrue  o-x  ih*,  If-fl,.  j 

Marojiq'dn,  (a  rrrrd  in  hit  hand.]     I  beg  paxdcMi. 

Av/rt.     Who  can  that  be  1 

Mafiuqiin,  {t'^.wj.)    I)rjn  Belero  d'Akarazaf. 

BoUro.     I  ani  he. 

Marojtqtin,  ^ v/ntirtuinj .)    Dake  of  Mala^ 

BrJ^o.     I  am  he. 

MiraMjuin,  Ctamf.)  Covant  of  Saa  Doral,  Goazales  aad 

BfJAxrj.  Xi-ro  ?  I  am  be.  Only,  my  good  ftttoWf  I  bare 
DO  um<i  at  p^e*ent. 

A'i'-ire      Call  to  morrow, 

ifara»ptin.  How  to-morrow  !  My  batinesa  nnMt  be  ai« 
leaded  to  to-day. 

Avrrjrt.  Oh,  well !  I  am  wrry,  bat  yoa  will  hare  to  call 
agam. 

itaravpiin.    Permit  me ! 

A'irrjre,  itxiiainq  h^m  aTKMnd.)  There  now  '  TBoat  face  ! 
March! 

iinranqiM.     "Bit  Madame— ^ 

BrJjrrty.  Mr  jood  feJlow  yoa  most  onder»rand  that  d:i»  ia 
»ot  the  time  when  I  am  marrying  ray  datt^rhter? — 

Maraaq^un.     Cat,  as  I  cane  oa  ateoaat  rtfthe  weddi^ — 

Aitnrt  OMi  BfJ^n.     What  I 

iiaroMjmn.    I'm  yoar  coo-io-law,  Mafaaqaoi. 

Amnmaitd  BnUn.     ytanaqum'i 

Mvanqmiiu    Why  eert«nly. 


ifO'  PERE  EST  Uy  TRES-GKOS  EAJrQCI£R—THE  SCIOTT  OP  AX  AXCIEXT  HOrHE. 

— k. ^ ^- -a 1> •. 1. 


'■■  1/  -*- : i 0. 


M*EA_«QCI5r 

-S *r- 


-»'f-jsr 


-) — 


W — 


Mocpere  eat    aa  tna-^roa    ba^  -q-:.^/;?    For:biea  t»  -  %t    inm  la      i-va 
Thxtri  ■'n     0/      •«     «  -  ?i«3U  V/vlk,    .B««  »a<     «/    ■«  -  Up  Uimf  «a»    I 


•-i 


-  ee,       n 
Sir,    Titt 


yrs- 


eat    CO  '  DU    dtimo&'ieen  •  tir      Et    pocKde     oa    ere  -  dii; 
Aaai-cf  (fortf  via  mA-tle  pv^r  TtSpmimtr  1%  4im»    emMvOl  fy 


ia  -  men  -   le    Vo  -  tre 


Jtl 


fil 


5ir,  F9r  ail 


In,  e'est    e    ri- 
mamAtwoHd  earn- 


GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


dent,      Fait  done  u  -  ne    superbe     af  •  fai  -  re  ;       Elle  est    certaine     en    m'e-pou  -  sant     Da  -  voir  tou- 
Tnand,     And  gold  may  win  the   pret  -  tff  maid  -  en  ;      Your  daughter  Sir   will    not  withstand     A     8ui  -  ter 


ne    pxiis  pas      ^  -  tre  mesquin,   ni     vi  -  ger  a      le  -  co  -  no- 
al-waysfree     my  hands  shall  be;     I      do    not  love     e  -  con  -  o- 


J3    suis   fils    de     Mar  -  as   -    quin        de 
am    the    son    of    Alar  -  as  -  quin,       of 


?=ii= 


V-- 


Miir  -  as  -  quin    et   com  -  pa 
Mar  -  as  -  quin  and  com  -  pa 


qm  -  e 
ny. 


car 
/ 


je     suis  fils       dc      Mar  -  as 
am    the    son     of     Mar  -  as 


qum 
quin, 

0-, 


de      Mar  -  as- 
«/    Mar  -  at- 


quin, 
quin, 


de   Mar  -  as    -    quin, 
of  Mar  -  as    -    quin, 


Mar  -  as 
Mar  -  at 


quia        et  com  -  pa    •    gni 
quin    And  com -pa   •    ny. 


Tout  enfant,  j'appris  chcz  papa 
Comment  une  maison  se  gcre. 
Notre  mcnaire  produira 
iJn  loonctice extraordinaire : 
Lorsquc  je  fcrai  mon  bilan, 
Je  i^His  sur,  a  titre  d'offrandc, 
De  vous  donner,  au  bout  d'un  an, 
Un  gros  bcbc'  pour  dividende. 
Je  ne  puis  pas  etre,  etc. 


Bolero,  a  part.  Non  .1  un  petit  bonhomme !.  .Un  homme 
k.  qui  jc  dois  quatrc  millions  ! 

Aurore,  le  faUanl  nuanrer.  Donncz-vous  done  la  peine  ! 
Vra  ment,  Je  suis  an  descspoir. .  .(^1  Bolero.)  Mais  aussi 
c'est  votrc  faiitc  !. . 

Bolero,  ahiixoiirdi.     A  moi ! . . 

Awore.  Ccrtainoment  !. .  Vous  renvoyez  les  gens  sans 
lenr  donner  le  temp-;  dc  c'expliquer. . . 

Bolero,  a  part.    Oh  ! 

A'lrore,  a  Miirasquin.  Enfiu,  vous  nous  excuzercz. . . Ne 
vous  connais.sant  pis. . 

Murasqitin.  Comment  done \.  .{L'emhrassant.)  Belle-ma- 
man..  ( .1  Do'er').)    Riiixuphrc.  .{II  rcinhrnsse  aussi.) 

Bolero,  apart.  II  me  fait  Tcffet  d'un  bon  jeune  homme,  le 
fils  de  Mara-qiiiii  et  couii)airnie. 

M'trasijuiii.     Et  ma  douce  lianc^e  "^ . . 

Anrnre.     Elle  s'habille,  mon  gendre. . 

M>ira.<i  pn'ti.     Alors,  on  va  nous  unir  ? 

Bolero.     Dans  nn  instant ! 

Maraf^qnin.  Dans  un  instant !.  .O  joie  da  ciel !  Beau- 
pferc. .   (//  I'omhrastie.     A  Anrore.)  Delle-maman. . 

Bolero.     Nous  n'attcndons  plus  que  notre  autre  gcndrc. . 

Marasqiiin.  Mourzouk  ? . .  Vous  n'avcz  done  pas  re9U  de 
lettre?.. 

Anrore.     Quelle  lettre  ? . . 

Marasqnin.  II  m'a  ccrit  qu'au  moment  de  se  mettre  en 
route  il  a  e'cc  ])ris  d'uno  ra^e  de  dents  atroce,  de  sorte  qu'il 
ne  viendra  que  domain. . 

Aurore.     Mais  alors,  voila  les  manages  recul^s. 


At  home,  as  a  child,  I  was  taught  how 
To  th'  affiiirs  of  the  house  to  attend  ; 
Believe  me  onr  housekeeping  ought  now 

To  brin;;  in  a  good  dividend. 
In  a  year  when  I  make  up  my  balance. 

By  way  of  a  bonus  of  joy, 
I'll  give  you  in  jiroof  of  my  talents, 
A  bouncing  big  baby  boy. 
I  never  could  be  mean. 
Nor  practice  well  economy, 
For  I  am  the  son  of  Marasqnin, 
Of  Marasqnin  &.  Company. 

Balero,  {aside.)  In  the  name  of  goodness!  the  man  to 
whom  I  owe  four  millions. 

Aurore,  (makinrj  him  come  forward.)  Pray  take  the  tron- 
ble— Really  I  am  so  annoyed —  {Aside  to  Bolero.)  But  then 
it  is  your  fault. 

Bolero,  {criish^I.)     Mine? 

Aurore.  Certainly.  You  send  people  away  without  giv- 
ing them  time  to  explain  themselves. 

Bolero,  {aside.)     Oh  ! 

Aurore,  (to  Mnrasquin.)  After  all  you  will  excuse  us. 
Not  knowing  you. 

Marusqnin.  Why  of  course,  {kissinrj  her)  mother-in-law. 
{To  Bolero.)  Father-in-law.  {Ussititj  him.) 

Bolero,  {aside.)  He  appears  to  be  a  very  nice  young  man, 
this  son  of  Marasqnin  &  Co. 

Marasquin .     And  my  lovely. /fa«c«?e  ? 

Aurore.     She  is  dressiiiir,  my  son. 

Marasquin.     Then  we  are  about  to  be  united  ! — 

Bolero      In  a  moment. 

Marasqnin.  In  a  moment.  Oh,  heavenly  joy  !  Father- 
in  law,  (kisses  hin  ;  to  Anror",)  Motbcr-in-law. 

Bolero,    We  arc  only  waiting  now  for  our  other  son-in-law. 

Marasqnin.  Mourzouk  ?  Have  you  not  then  received 
his  letter  ? 

Anrore.     What  letter  ? 

Marasquin.  He  wrote  me  that  just  as  he  was  about  to 
start,  he  was  attacked  with  a  fearful  toothache,  so  that  he 
cannot  come  until  to-morrow. 

Aurore.     Why,  then,  the  weddings  are  postponed. 


GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


Marasquin.     Comment,  les  mariaj^es  ?, . 

Aiiiorc,  (a  Bolero.)     Aliens  vite  tout  decommamler. . . 

Marnsqnin.     Mais  permcttez !. .  Je  suis  la,  moi.. 

A'tiore.     Eh  l>ica  "? 

Marasquin.  Elibien!  il  n'y  a  qu'un  maria;^e  a  remet- 
tre. 

Anrorc.  Pas  le  moins  du  monde . .  Mcs  filles  sont  juraelles, 
il  faut.  qii'elles  se  maricnt  lo  memo  jour. . . 

Afanisqnln.  Vons  etcs  bonne  ! . .  Monrzonk  et  moi  nous 
ne  sotnines  j)iis  juineaiix,  nons.     Qa  nu  me  reijarde  pas. 

Bolero.  Et  puis,  il  y  a  mi  autre  motif. . .  J'ai  commande 
les  dt'iix  nocys  a  forfait. .  .En  faisant  un  bloc  de  tout,  <^a  me 
revicnt  licnncoup  moins  cber. . .  II  y  a  la  une  question  d'econ- 
omie  qui  prime  tout. . . 

Mnnisqtiin.  Je  m'en  fichc  im  pen  moi,  devotre  econo- 
mic ! .  .  Vous  allcz  me  marier ! 

Anrorp.     Domain. . . 

Marnsqitiu.     Tonte  de  suite. 

Bolero.     Mais  non,  mon  ami,  puisqu'on  vous  dit  dcmain. 

Marasqitii).  C'est  trop  fort  a  la,  fin  ! .  .Ah  !  c'cst  comme 
9a!.. Ell  bien,  je  ra'en  vais..je  rctoiirne  chez  papa. ..Et  il 
ne  sera  pa.s  content,  papa..  .11  rompra  ic  maria;^e  ct  il  vous 
enverra  sa  traite  de  quatrc  millions.  (//  se  dlrige  vers 
I'escalier.) 

Anrore  Sa  traite  !..  [Vivement.)  Non!  non!  Maras- 
quin!.. Vous  ne  fcrez  pas  cela  !  (A  Bolero.)  C'est  votre 
faute  aussi ! , .       i 

Bolero.     A  moi ! 

Anrore.     Avec  votre  entetement  ridicule... 

Bolero.     Oh'.. 

Anrore.  N'aycz  pas  penr,  mon  ceiidre. . .  On  va  vous 
ma.Y\ct\.  .(A  Bolero.)  Eh  bien  !  Qu'est-ce  que  vous  faites 
la!.  .An  tieu  d'allcr  chercher  Giroflc  ?. . 

Bolero.  J'y  vole,  ma  bonne,  j'y  vole.  {II  sort  vivement  et 
entre  a  gauche. ) 

Marasquin,  (aoec  /(vesse.)Elle  va  venir  !.  .Ah  !  belle-ma- 
man  !..(//  veut  evibrasser  Anrore.) 

Anrore.  Non!  assez,  mon  gar^on  !.  .N'abusons  pas  des 
meilleur  s  choses. 

Bolero  (revenant.)  La  voici...  (Apart.)  C'est  soixante 
francs  que  j'y  perds,  niais  quatrc  millions,  fichtre  !. . 

SCENE    VII. 
Les  Mimes,  Girofle,  le  Chttur,  Pedro,  Paquita. 
MORCEAU  D'ENSEMBLE. 
Chceur.  A  la  chapelle. 

On  vous  appelle, 
Heurcnx  epoux, 
Depechez  vous  ! 
O  moment  rcmpli  d'alle'gresse 
Oil  ces  jcunes  gens  accomplis, 
Pleins  dc  beaute,  pleins  de  jeunesse, 
L'un  a  I'autre  vont  etre  unis  ! 
{Pendant  r.echtenr,  Aworeest  allee  chercher  Girojld  qui  arrive 
en  coxtume  de  mnri^c.  portanl  snr  IVpanle  un  ruban  bleu.) 
Aurore,  (a  Marasquin.) 

Mon  frond  re,  votre  femme. 
Bolero    {a  Girofl<f.) 

Ma  fille,  ton  e'poux. 
Marasquin  et  Girojle,  (en  rxtase.) 
Quelle  subite  flamme 
Sondain  s'allume  en  nous  ! 
Bolero  (a  Mara-fquin.) 

Eh  bien,  qu'en  dites-voas  1 
1. 
Marasquin. 

O  ciel !  qn'ai  je  ressenti  Ih? 

Un  coup,  un  choc,  une  secousse ! 

Tout  mon  etre  a  perdu  le  la, 

Comme  en  fou  mon  coenr  se  fr^mousse — 

J'ai  froid.j'ai  chaud,  j'ai  le  frisson, 

Jee  ressus  un  grand  mal  de  tete, 


Marasquin.     How's  that — the  weddings? 

Anrore,  (to  Bolero.)  Go  at  once  and  countermand  t 
orders. 

Marasquin.     But  excuse  me,  I  am  here  for  my  part. 

Aurore.     Well  ! 

Marasquin.  Well,  then,  there  need  not  be  one  weddii 
put  off. 

Aurore.  By  no  means.  My  daughters  are  twins — th 
must  be  married  on  the  same  day. 

Marasquin.  That's  good.  Mourzouk  and  I,  we  are  b 
twins — we  two.     That  has  nothing  to  do  with  nio. 

Bolero.  Then  there  is  another  reason.  I  hnxe  order 
two  wedding  feasts  on  contract.  By  taking  the  lot  th 
came  very  much  cheaper.  There  now  is  a  question  of  ecc 
omy  which  is  of  the  first  importance. 

Marasquin.  I've  no  interest  in  your  economy.  I  cai 
to  be  married. 

Aurore.     To-morrow — 

Marasquin.     Immediately. 

Bolero.  But,  my  dear  fellow — when  one  tells  you  1 
morrow — 

Marasquin.  This  is  rather  too  much.  Ah,  that  is  it,  el 
Very  well,  I'm  going.  I'll  go  home  to  my  papa.  Fath 
will  hardly  be  pleased.  He'll  break  off  the  engagement  a 
send  you  the  draft  for  the  four  millions.  (Heivulkstowai 
the  staircase.) 

Aurore.  His  draft  (excitedly  )  No  !  no  I  Marasquin,  yi 
will  not  do  that !  {to  Bolero)  It's  your  fault  again. 

Bolero.     Mine  ! 

Aurore.     It's  your  absurd  stupidity. 

Bolero.     Oh  !— 

Aurore.  Do  not  be  afraid,  my  son-in-law  ;  we  will  ha 
you  married.  (  To  Bolero)  Well,  what  are  you  doing  thei 
instead  of  going  to  find  Girofle  ? 

BJero.  I  fly,  my  dear,  I  fly  !  {lie  goes  out  rapidly,  a 
comes  in  on  left. ) 

Marasquin  {with  enthusiasm.)  She  is  coming.  Oh,  raoi 
er-inlaw  !  (  Tries  to  embrace  Anrore.) 

Aurore.  Oh  !  enough,  my  boy — never  abuse  a  go 
thing. 

Bolero  {coming  back.)  Here  she  is.  (Aside)  I  lose  six 
francs — but  four  millions  !     Blazes  ! . . 

SCENE  VII. 
The  same,  Girople,  Chorus,  Pedro,  Paquita. 
CONCERTED  PIECE. 
Chorus.  To  the  Church  ! 

Hoar  them  call, 
Happy  lovers 
Hasten  all ! 
Oh,  moment  filled  with  every  grace. 
Which  these  young  people  well  employ, 
T'  unite  their  lives  in  fond  embrace. 
Full  of  beauty,  youth  and  joy. 
{During  this  chorus  Anrore  goes  to  meet  Girojle,  n-ho  enters 
bridal  costume,  wearing  a  blue  ribbon  on  the  shoulder.) 
Anrore  {to  Marasquin.)  My  son-inlaw,  your  wife — 

Bolero  {to  Girojle.)     My  daughter,  your  husband. 

Marasauin  and  Girojle  {in  ecstacy.)  What  sudden  flai 
flashes  through  us  at  that  name  ! 

Bolero  {to  Marasquin.)    Well,  what  do  you  say  to  her? 


Marasquin. 

Oh,  heavens!  what  is  this  I  feel  ? 

A  blo%v,  a  shock  I  can't  dissemble. 

All  my  being  seems  to  reel. 

My  foolish  heart  is  all  a-tremble — 

I'm  cold,  I'm  hot — i  cliill  I've  got — 

Poor  head,  what  darting  pains  go  through  yon  ; 


1-2 


GIROFLE  GIROFLA. 


Enfin,  je  n'ai  plus  mi  raison  : 
Coinliien  jc  dois  vous  sembler  bete  I 
Kn  si  piu  (le  tumps, 
Enjolcr  Ics  j^ens, 
iSans  (Ic'iiancc, 
Cost  iin  abus  dc  confiance. 
Cost  iin  f;uet-apcns  ! 
Aiirore  (parU  a  Girojie')     Re'punds,  ma  fille. 
II. 
(jiiofle.         O  trop  seduisaDt  inconnu, 

Jtnine  honime  picin  de  poesia, 
Dii  premier  coup  vous  ni'avez  plu, 
J'en  suis  encor  toute  saisie! 
Vous  posse'dcz  taut  de  cachet, 
Tant  de  fine<se  et  d'cle;:ance  I 
Je  me  suis  prise  au  tre'buchet 
Que  vous  tendez  h  I'innocence  ! 
En  si  peu  de  temps, 
Enjoler  les  jrens 
Sans  de'fiance, 
C'est  un  al)us  de  confiance. 
C'est  un  jruet  apens  ! 
Anrore.        Mais  ou  done  est  men  autre  fille  f 
Paquita.  Madame,  elle  s'habille, 

Et  dans  un  instant  sera  la. 
Bolero.  Fort  bicn,  attendons-la. 

Marasquin.         Non,  pas  cela!  (A  Pedro  ) 

Dis-iui  qu'a  la  chapelle  elle  nous  trouvera, 
Tou3.  Dis-lui  qu'a  la  chapelle  elle  nous  trouvera. 
Chcedr.  a  la  chapelle,  etc. 

[lis  sorteni  tous  a  I' except  ion  de  Pedro.  Melodrame  a  forchestre, 

SCENE  VIII. 
Pkdro,  ptiis  Lc  Pirates,  puis  Girofla. 
Pedro,  senl.  lis  vont  se  marier  ! . .  Qu'ils  sont  heureux  ! . . 
Enfin!  Alions  pre'venir  Mile.  Girofla. . .(//  erttre  dans  le 
pavii/on.  A  ce  moment,  diifund,  Emerge  une  te  e,puis  deux,  puis 
trots,  etc.  Ce  sont  les  pirates  qiu  escaLadrnt  de  tous  des  coles. 
En  queiques  instants  ta  scene  se  trouve  remplie.) 


Alas,  my  reason  I  have  not, 
How  much  an  ass  I  must  seem  to  you. 
So  rapid  a  plan 
To  bamboozle  a  man 
Without  defence, 
Is  an  abu>e  by  some  wily  ruse 
Ofconlidence! 
Aurore  [spoken  to  GiroJle.)     Reply,  my  daughter. 

II. 
GiroJle.    Oh,  too  seductive  stran^rer,  full 

Of  poi'sy  and  youth  comniini;ling, 
Towiirds  you,  my  heart  bcffins  to  pull ; 
I  fe<l  in .■  blood  with  pleasure  tingling. 
8uch  nobleness  you  do  possess, 
Sncli  charms  and  elegance  of  fashion. 
My  innocence  is  caught,  I  guess, 
In  the  trap  that's  set  by  passion. 
So  rapid  a  plan 
To  fool  a  woman 

Without  defence. 
Is  an  abuse,  by  some  wily  ruse. 
Of  confidence! 
Anrore.     But  where,  then,  is  my  other  daughter? 
Paquita.     Madame,  she  is  now  dressing, 
And  in  an  instant  will  be  here. 
Bolero.     Very  we! I.  we  will  await  her. 
Marasquin.     No,  not  so.   [To  Pedro.)  Tell  her  she'll  find 
us  at  the  church. 

All.     Tell  her  she'll  find  us  at  the  church. 
Chorus.     To  the  church,  etc. 
iThey  go  off,  except  Pedro — orche§tra  prelude  to  melodrama.) 

SCENE    VIII. 

Pedro,  afterwards  the  Pirates,  then  Girofla. 
Pedro,  {(ilotie.)  They  are  going  to  be  married !  How 
happy  they  are  !  Well,  we  will  inform  Mile  Girofla  !  (He 
enters  the  pavilion.  At  this  instant  are  .teen  emerging  from  back 
of  stnqp,  first  one  head,  then  two,  three,  etc.  These  are  the  pi- 
rates, tcho  come  in  from  all  sides,  in  a  few  moments  filing  the 
attire  stage.) 


TARMI  LES  CnOSES—PmXTKS  CHORUS. 


Moderato 


Par-mi 
Ha/  Hal 


les  cho  -  ses      de  -  li     -     ca  -  tes 
the  neat  -  est    and  com  -  plet  -  est, 


Que 
Of 


doi 
all 


vent  fai  -  re      les      pi- 
a       pirate's     art  -  ful 


ra  -  teg 
dod  -  get 


II  faut  compter     pre  -  mi6  -  re  -  ment, 
To    this   we    are      a  -  bout    to       try. 


i 


II     fait  comp  -  ter  -  I'en  -  Id     vement,Il  faut  comp- 
The  truth  of         this     you  cant      de  ■  vy;  To  carry 
a  lempo. 


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ter    Ten  »  Id  -  ve  -  ment  De  tou  -  te     fil  -  let  -  te  -  torn     -     bant       En  -  tre  nos        pat    - 

off      a    pret  •  ty        maid-en,   Like    the  one  that     it     close  by.    All's     fish  that     falls      in  -  to 

5^  Fine. 

^^— --^ -r- --, r— , -^-'      •        '        '      3=EE^^3: 


tes !        En  -  tre  nos    pat        -        •         •        tes  I 
net.     But     Oi  -  ro  •  fU£s     the  sweet  -eat     yet! 


0-  -0-  *  -0- 


Or     Gi  •  ro  -  fla    sans  de  -  fi  -  ance  Et    sans    dc- 
Be-hold  she  comes  without     a    fear    of     danger 


GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


-»- 

fen  -  se  I  -   ci    vieu        dra 

ntar    her.        She  comes  thia      way, 
dim. 


De  sa     fai    -    bles  -  se  Nous  pro  -  fi    -     tons 
Withovt     de    •    fence  ...       we  bear  her        hence. 
If 


Em  I'em-p 
In  rap  - 1 


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tons  A  -  vcc  pres    -    tes   -  se 

flight  Be  -  hold  she's     com  -  ing, 


Mais  dans    ce 
Now    si  -  lence 


so      yous     1 
and    deft  -  ly 


ci     Tres 
hide.   The 


— * « •  -hi*  J  ^  -< 

't/        ^      U      ^        >  ^l/^K'l^  .,1111  " 

lants    Et    tres-prCi  dents  Ne  di-sons  rien !  Cachons-nous  bien !  Ne  disons  rien .'  Cachons-nous  blen !  Ne  di  -  sons  rien   Pai 
round    on    eith-erside,  In  silence    all  The  maid sw round, In  silence    ail  The  maid  surround, Ha!  not  a  sound,  H< 


(lis  se  dissimulent.  A  ce  moment.  Girojla,  en  robe  blanche, 
un  ruhan  rose  sitr  I'e'paule,  sort  du  pavilion  de  gauche,  pr€ce'de'e 
de  ses  demoistHes  d'lionneur. ) 

Les  Demoiselles  d'Honneur. 
Allons,  vencz,  in  idemoiselle, 
Car  Ton  inaric  en  ce  moment 
Girofle.  votic  socur  juinelle, 
Ne  perdoiis  pas  un  seal   instant 
Les  Pirates,  se  montrant.     Un   instant ! 
( Les   demoiselles  poussent  un  cri  et  s'enfuient  pr^ipitamment. 
Girnfla  est.  entonr€e  par  les  pirates.) 
Girojia.     O  cicl  !  des  brigands  !  des  pirates  ! 
Les  Pirates.     Elle  est  tombc'c  cntrc  nos  pattes  ? 
Girojld.  Au  secours  !  an  secours  ! 

Pedro,  {accourant  arm^ d'une  broche.) 

Tenez  bon  !  mc  voici  Ij'accours; 

(Anx  pirates.)) 
Garde  a  vous,  on  je  vous  embroche ! 
Le  Chef.  Qu'on  s'empare  do  ce  fantoclie  ! 

[On  entraiue  Pedro  et  Girojla.) 
Pedro  et    Girojla. 

A u  secours  !  au  secours! 
Les  Pirates,  [dejilant  en  sefroliant  les  mains.) 
li'armi  les  choses,  etc. 

(lis  disparaissent.) 

SCENE  IX. 
fAQOiTA,  puis  Bolero. 

Paqni/a,  (paraissant  au  haut  de  I'escalier  de  gauche.)  O 
mon  ieu,  qu'ai-je  vu  '?. .  (Fondant  en  hirmes.)  Pe'dro  et  Mile 
Girofla  !..cnlcvc's  par  les  pirates  \.  .{Fondant  en  larmes.)  Mon 
pain  re  Pedro  I. .  Au  secours  !   au  secours  ! 

Bolero,  {entrant  )  Com[)rend  on  cctte  Girofla  qui  n'arrive 
pas.  .qu'cst-ce  que  (;a  sij;iiitic  1 . . 

Patpilia,  {I'opercevant.)  Mon  parrain!..Ah  si  vous  se- 
vicz . .  ( Elle  se  remet  a  pewer. ) 

Bolero.     Quoidouc?.. 

Paqnita.     Podro.  .11  vicnt  d'etre  enleve  par  les  pirates.. 

Bolero,  (avec  indifference. )     Ah  !—  tant  pis  !  tant  pis  ! . . 

Paqnita.     Avec  Mile  Girofla!.. 

Bolero,  (bondissant. )  Avec  Giro  ? . .  Qu'est-ce  que  tu  me  dis 
la.. Ma  rtlle.. 

Parinita.     Ici,  tout  a  I'lieure.  .Je  les  ai  vus. . 

Bolero.  Oh..  (Courant  au  fond.)  Pirates!  pirates!  Ar- 
retcz ! 

Paqnita.     Ah  !  bien  on! ! . .  lis  sont  loin  maintenant ! 

Bolero,  (pleurant.)  Une  fille  que  je  dois  marier  demain 
matin  ! 


( Thet/  conceal  themselves.     At  this  moment  Girojla,  robe 
w/iite,  with  rosr -colored  ribbon  on  shoulder,  comes  out  of  the 
vilion  on  the  left, preceded  by  her  bridesmaids.) 
Bridesnmids.     Come,  my  lady,  let  ns  go, 
For  at  this  instant 
Girofle,  your  twin  sister  marries. 
Let  us  not  lose  a  single  moment. 

The  Pirates,  (showing  themselves.)  Hold  !  a  moment !  ( 
young  girls  cry  out  and  fly  precipitately.  Girojla  is  surrout 
by  the  pirates. ) 

Girojla.     Oh,  Heavens  !  Brigands  !  Pirates  ! 

The  Pirates.     She  has  fallen  into  our  hands  ! 

Girofla.     Help!  Help! 

Pedro,  (running  up,  armed  with  a  spit.)     All  right! 
hold  me  !     I  am  here!     (To  the  pirates.)     Take  care  or 
spit  you  all ! 

The  Chief  Let  this  buffoon  be  seized  !  { They  hurry  a; 
Pedro  and  Girojla.) 

Pedro  and  Girojla.     Help !  Help  ! 

The  Pirates,  (fling  off  the  stage  and  rubbing  their  hant 
Among  the  delicate  things  to  do,  etc.     (They  disappear. 


SCENE    TX. 
Paquita,  aferwards  Bolebo. 

Paquita,  (appearing  on  top  of  the  stairway  on  the  left.)  ( 
Heavens,  what  do  I  see  ?  (IBursting  into  ifiars.)  Pedro  t 
Mile.  Girofla  !  carried  off  by  pirates!  (  Weeping.)  My  p 
Pedro!     Help!  Help! 

Bolero,  (entering. )  Does  anybody  understand  why  G: 
fla  does  not  come — what's  all  this  ? 

Paqnita,  (seeing  him.)  My  godfather  !  Ah!  if  you  kn 
(Benin s  to  cry  again.) 

Bolero.     What  then  ? 

Paquita.     Pedro  !  He  has  just  been  carried  off  by  Pira 

Bolero,  (indifferently.)     Ah'!     That's  bad  !     That's  bat 

Paquita.     With  Mile.  Girofla  ! 

Bolero,  (starting  )  With  Giro  !  What  is  that  you  s£ 
My  daughter  ? 

Paquita.     Here,  this  very  moment.     I  saw  them — 

Bolero.  Oh!  (running  to  back  of  stage.)  Pirates  !  Pirat 
Stop! 

Paquita.     Ah  !  yes.  They  are  far  enough  off  hy  this  tin 

Balero,  (weeping.)  A  daughter  that  was  to  have  b 
married  to-morrow  morning ! 


14 


OIROFLE-GIROFLA 
Un  amoureux  qui   reuississait  si 


Paquita,  {s:ii)ff!otant 
bien  les  crenics  ! 

Bolero.     C'linmont  vaisje  annoncer  9a  a  ma  femme? 
A'tro7-e,  {-n  (Ichors.)  Cost  inou'i  !.  .c'est  inimay^inable ! 
Bolero.     C'est  ellc  !..(.!  Paquita.)  Ne  me  quitte  pas  ! 

SCENE  X. 
Z-es  Memes,  Adbore. 

Anrore,  ("iitrant  tres  -a(]it€e.)  Ah  !  9k  est-ce  que  vous  mo- 
f]iiez  de  mui  '. .  .Je  vous  envoic  clierch  r  Girofla,  et  vous  ne 
ruvfnoz  phi;5.  .  Ma  ce'remonic  est  finic  raaintenant. 

Bolero.  Mais,  bonne  ainie.  (Apart  )  Pre'parons-la  douce- 
n)L'nt. .  I Hiinf.)  Aurore.il  est  des  circonstances  dansla  vie. . 

Aitrore,  (e'loiiiiee.)  Ilein  ? 

Bolero.  On  ne  s'attend  k  rien..  L'avenir  nous  apparait 
souriant.  .et  puis  tout  a  coup. . 

Aurore.     Tout  a  coup?.. 

Bolero.     Des  pirates  nrrivent. . 

Auro7-e.     Des  pirates  ! . . Misericorde ! . . Est-ce  que  ? . . 

Bolero,  {avec  des  tarmes).     Auroro!. . 

Aurore,  {fivec  un  cri).     Ah! 

Bolero,  (de  me  me),   (jh  !  — 

Aurore,  [apres  un  moment).     On  a  enleve  ma  fille ! 

Paquita,  [pleurant).     Avec  Pedro!. . 

Anrore.  Mais  nan  !. .  c'est  impossible,  vous  I'auriez  de- 
fendue  ? . . 

Bolero.     Mais,  ma  bonne  ainie. . 

Aurore,  (iivec force).  Vous  avez  laisse  enlever  votre  fille 
sans  la  de'fcndre  ? 

Bolero.  Maisnon.  .mais  non.  .Comment  peux-tu  croirel 
Je  I'ai  de'fendue.  .Ob  !  si  tu  avais  vu. .  il  y  a  eu  une  iutte 
terrible,  .demande  a  Paquita  1 . .  Mallieurcusement,  apres  un 
combat  he'roique,  j'ai  suceombe  sous  le  nombre  !, . 

Anrore.     Oh  !  se  laisser  ainsi  prendre  son  enfant  ! 

Bolero.     Mais  puisquc  je  tc  dis. . 

Aurore,  (avec  force).  II  t'aliaic  vous  faire  tuer ! 

Bolero,  (protectant.)     Oh!  permcts., 

x\urore.     Nous  voila  gentils.  .Et  tout  9a  par  votre faute. . 

Bolero.     Mais.. 

Aurore.  Que  repondrcz-vous  au  terrible  Mourzouk  qui 
viendra  pour  i'e'pouser  domain  matin?. . 

Bolero,  (supplinnt.)     Ma  bonne  amie.. 

Aitrore.     Savezvous  bien  i\\\'\\  vous  tucra!.. 

Bolero.     Mon  Dieu  !  que  (aire  ? . .  Que  devenir  ? . . 

Anroie,  (nrec  niepris.)  Ah  !  quel  homme!..Il  s'a^itbien 
de  pousser  des  he'las ! . .  Comme  s'll  u'y  avait  pas  autre  chose 
a  faire !. . 

Bolero.     Quoi  done ! . . 

Aurore.     N'avons-nous  pas  Matamoros  ?. . 

Bolero.  Matamoros  !.  .c'est  vrai !.  L'lntrepidc  amiral !.. 
II  faut  le  yire'vcnir  bien  vite.  .11  9e  mettra  a  la  poursuite  des 
pirates. .  A vaut  ce  soir  il  pourra  les  rejoindre,  Icur  repren- 
dre  Girofla. . 

Paquita.     EtPe'dro!.. 

Bolero.     Et  quand  Mourzouk  arrivera. . 

Aurore.     Mais  cotirez  done  ! . . 

Bolero.     Oui,  courons  ! 

^•l((ro/e,  (ientrainant.)     Venez. 

Bdero,  (entrainant  Paquita.)   Viens  !  (lis  sortentrnvement.) 

SCENE  XI. 

GiROFLE,     MAnASQUIW. 

(An  moment  ou  sortent  Bolc'ro,  Aurore  et  Paquita,  on  intend  les 
oris  de  :    Vive  M .  le  viari^r,  rive,  vive  Mme  la  mari€! .  .Ma- 
rasquin,  ai/ant  a  son  ('6t(f  Girofla,  entre  radieux.) 
Marasquin..     Merci,  mes  amis,  merci. .    (Ilsdescendent  en 
scene. ) 

DUETTO. 


A  lover  who  succeeded  so  admira- 


Paquita,   (sobbing. ) 
bly  with  his  creams  ! 

Bolero.     How  sli;il!  I  tell  this  to  my  wife? 

Aurore,  (without.)  It  is  unheard  of.     It  is  unimaginable. 

Bolero.     Il  is  she  !   [To  Paquita.)     Do  not  leave  me. 

SCENE  X. 

The  Same,  AuROKE. 

Aurore,  {entering  much  agitated.)  Ah  !  there  now,  do  you 
mock  me  ?  I  send  you  to  fetch  Girofla,  and  you  do  not  re- 
turn.    The  ceremony  is  now  over. 

Bolero.  My  darling.  (Aside.)  Let  us  break  the  news 
gently.  (Aloud.)  Aurore,  there  are  circumstances  in  life — 

Aurore,  (a.itonished.)     Indeed? 

Bolero.  One  anticipates  nothing.  The  future  seems  all 
■miling.     When  all  at  once — 

Aurore.     All  at  once  ? 

Bolero.     Pirates  appear. 

Aurore.     Pirates!  God  blc&s  us  !     Is  it? 

Bolero,  (in  tears.)     Aurore! 

Aurore,  (crying  outt)     Ah! 

Bolero,  (.same.)  '  Oh  ! 

Aurore,  (afer  a  moment' s  pause.)  They  have  carried  oflf 
my  daughter ! 

Paguila,  (weeping.)     And  Pedro! 

Aurore.  No  !.  .it  is  impossible,  you  would  have  prevent- 
ed it. 

Bolero.     But,  my  dear — 

Aurore,  (Indignantli/.)  You  have  permitted  them  to  carry 
off  your  child  without  defending  her  ? 

Bolero.  No — oh  no — How  could  you  think  so  ?  I  did 
defend  her.  Oh  !  if  you  could  have  seen — there  was  a  ter- 
rible contest — ask  Paquita — unfortunately,  after  an  heroic 
combat  I  was  obliged  to  yield  to  the  force  of  superior  num- 
bers ! 

Aurore.     Oh  !  the  idea  of  letting  them  take  a  child  so  ! 

Bolero,     But  when  I  tell  you — 

Aurore,  (Indignantly.)  You  should  have  let  yourself  be 
killed  ! 

Bolero.     Oh  !  allow — 

Aurore.     We  are  heathens — and  it's  all  your  fault. 

Bolero.     But — 

Au)-ore.  What  answer  will  you  make  to  the  terrible 
Mourzouk,  who  will  come  to  morrow  to  claim  her  hand  ? 

Bolero.  (Appealinglij.)     My  dear. 

Aurore.     Don't  you  know  that  he  will  kill  you  ? 

Bolero.  Good  lieavcns  !  What  shall  I  do?  What  will 
become  of  me  ? 

Aurore.  Ah  !  what  a  man  !  This  is  a  pretty  time  to  be 
uttering  exclamations. — As  if  there  was  nothing  else  to  do  ! 

Bolero.     What  then  ? 

Aurore.     Have  we  not  Matamoras  ? 

Bolero.  Matamoras — True  ! — The  brave  Admiral.  He 
should  be  notified  at  once.  He  will  set  out  in  pursuit  of  the 
[)irates.  Before  evening  he  may  overtake  them  and  recap- 
ture Girofla. 

Paquita.     And  Pedro  ' 

Bolero.     And  when  Mourzouk  arrives — 

Aurore     But  hurry  now  ! 

Bolero.     Yes — let  us  hurry. 

Aurore,  (seizing  him.)     Come! 

Bolero,  (seizing  Paquita.)  Come  !  (They  go  off  quickly.) 

SCENE  XI. 
GiROFLE,  Marasquin. 

(As  Bolero,  Aurore,  and  Paquita  go  off  there  are  heard  cries  of 
"  Long  live  Monsieur  the  husl>and,  Long  live  Madame  the 
wife."  Mara.squin,  with  Girofle  at  his  side,  enters  beaming.) 
Marasquin.  Thanks,  my  friends,  thanks.  (They  come 
down  stage.) 

DDET. 


t  Allegro        , 


GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 
C'EST  FINL—IT  IS  OVER,    DUET. 


Marasquiv.     Gibople 


C'est    fi     -    ni !    Le  mar  -  i 
It     is  0  -  ver,   it      is 

-Hs N— N- 


a  -   ge  L'un  a 
0  -  ver.  And    a 


> jS— N — ^1 — N S r Sr— " 

I    Ti~'>    '      '2'  r  ^      ~       ^      i       ' 


I'au  -  tre   nous  u 
married  pair  are 


--v— 


nit!    Des  ma  -  ri  -  es  de  notn 
we.     As      we   aire     of  ev  -  en 

JS ^ N JS       ' 


-A ^— j .-A-^-\ ^,- 


&  -  ge,  Ah !  mon  Dieu !  que  c'est  gen  -  til    C'est     fi-  ni!    Le  ma    -    ri 
a  -  ges,  We    are  like  •  ly     to        a-  gree.    It      is      o  -  ver,  And     a 


a  -   ge    L'un  k      I'au  -  tre  nous    u 
mar  -  ried  pair  are    ice,    a      marrie 


i 


ti 


^ 


i^tji 


s     d^ 


— N- 


nit  I     Des  ma     -    ri  -  ea       de    notre 
pair.  With  our      hap  -py      dis  •  po 


a    -    ge,     Ah!  mon 
si  -  tions  We    are 


Dieu,  que  c'est  gen 
like  -  ly       to      a 


-a  0 

til      que   c'est    gen-i 
gree.   Ah!  hap  -    pj 


iz?z:g|i=:=if 


^=^ 


qucc'est   gen  -  til,  c'est    gen  -  til   que  c'est  gen  -  til que   c'est    gen  -  til. 

Ah!hap-py    day,  hap  -  py    day.  Ah !  hap  -  py      day, Ah/  hap  -  py     day. 


'  -0       -g- 

c'est    gen  -  til 
hap  -  py    «tayj 


ilarasquin. 


Girofie. 


Ensemble. 


Girojle. 


Si  quelqu'un  venait  vous  dire 
Ce  mariajjc  est  mal  fait ; 
Pour  le  biifer  d'un  seul  trait, 
Un  mot  de  vous  peut  siiflSre, 
Que  diriez-vous,  s'il  vous  plait? 

Je  dirais.  .ce  qu'il  faut  dire: 
On  ne  peut  plus  s'en  dc'dire, 
Ce  qu'on  a  fait  est  bien  fait! 
Ce  qu'on  a  fait  est  bien  fait ! 


Si  Ton  vous  faisait  connaitre 
Que  j'ai  des  defauts  affreux. 
Que  vous  serez  malheureux 
Autant  qu'un  mari  peut  I'etre, 
Que  diriez-vons,  s'il  vous  plait? 
Marasqnin.     Je  dirais.  .ce  qu'il  faut  dire  : 
On  ne  peut  plus  s'en  de'dire, 
Ce  qu'on  a  fiitent  bien  fait ! 
Girojle.  Ce  qu'on  a  fait  est  bien  fait ! 

Ensemble.        C'est  fini,  le  niarai^e,  etc. 
Marasqnin.     Cost  qu'il  n'y  a  pas  a  dire,  ma  petite  Giro- 
fle,  nous  vaila  maintenant  mari  et  femme. 

Girojle,  (gaiement.)     Mon    Dieu,    oui,   monsieur  Maras- 
quin. 

Mnrasquin.     Nous  nous  appartenons  mutuellement  1  un  a 
Tantrc. 

Girojle.     Oui,  c'est  ce  que  papa  m'a  dit  quand  il  m'a  fait 
ce  matin  ses  recommandations. 

Marasquin.     All  !  quclles  recommandations  ? 
Girojle.     Mais,  .de  vous  obc'ir.  .en  tout. . . 
Marasquin.     Ah!  il  vous  a  dit.. II  a  bien  fait.     Seule- 
ment,  j'ajourterai  une  chose..  .Je  suis  d'nne  nature  tris-tim- 
ide  ct  j'ai  besoin  d'etre  un  pen  encourage. 


que    c'est    gen   -   til,      que  c'est    gen  -   til. 
Ah  I  hap  -  py      day,    ah !  hap  -  py      day! 

I. 
Marasquin,  If  some  one  should  chance  to  say, 

That  this  marriage  was  badly  planned; 
To  close  his  mouth  at  once, 
A  word  from  you  would  suffice. 
What  would  you  say,  if  you  please  ? 

Girojle.        I  should  sa)- — what  I  ought  to  say. 

Which  nobody  can  deny. 

That  which  is  done  is  done. 
All.  That  which  is  done  is  done. 


Girojle.       If  some  one  were  to  tell  you 

That  I'm  by  no  means  faultless, 
That  you'd  be  as  unhappy 
As  a  husband  could  possibly  be. 
What  would  you  say,  if  you  please? 

Marasquin.  I  should  say — what  I  ought  to  say. 
Which  nobody  can  deny. 
That  which  is  done  is  done.  i 

Girojle.       That  which  is  done  is  done. 

All.  The  marriage  has  been  solemnized,  etc. 

Marasquin.  There's  nothing  to  be  said  now.  We  i 
husband  and  wife. 

Girojle,  {gaily.)  Good  gracious,  yes.  Monsieur  Mar 
quin. 

Marasquin.     We  now  belong  to  each  other. 

Girojle.  Tiiat's  what  father  told  rae  this  morning,  wl 
he  gave  some  in.structions. 

Marasquin.     Ah  !  what  instructions  ? 

Girojle.     Why,  to  obey  you — in  everything. 

Marasquin.  Ah!  he  told  you  that ?  He  did  well.  Oi 
I  shoidd  add  one  thing — I'm  naturally  of  a  timid  natu 
and  require  a  little  encouragement. 


IG 

Girojk.  Ah!.,  eh  bien,  je  vous  encouragerai.. .  Seule- 
ment  papa  i.e  m'a  pas  dit  ya. 

Manisqtuii.  Oh  !  il  ne  pouvait  pas  tout  ▼ous  dire..  .Te- 
nez,  par  cxeinplc  en  cc  moment,  vous  m'encouragerez  beau- 
coup  en  me  1-aissant  piiendie. . . 

(Jilofle.     Quoi  done  1 

Marasquin.     Un  baiscr... 

Girojle.  Oh  ! . .  Je  ne  demande  pis  mieux. .  .Du  moment 
que  c'cst  pour  vous  cncouiaj^cr. ,(//  rembrasse. — Bruit  au 
dehors— S'e'c/itipp'vit.)     Papa  tt  maman  ! 

Marasquin.     Ma  nouvclle  lamille. 

SCENE   XII. 
Les  Meines,  Bolero,  Auroue,  Paqdita,  puis 

MOURZOUK. 

Aurorc,  (F.ntrnnt  la  premiere.)  Eufin,  mc  voila  un  peu  plus 
tranquille. .  .Matamoros  nous  u  promis  de  ramener  Girofla 
dans  la  soirc'e. 

Bolero.  Moycnnant  dix  mille  ])iastres  que  tu  lai  as 
promises. 

Aurore.  Vous  otes  un  imbe'cile. .  Je  les  lui  ai  promises. . 
mais  (,'a  n'cu  :a^c  a,  rien.  L' important  est  qie  iorsque  le 
terrible  Monrzouk  arrivera  domain  maiin,  il  trouve  sa  fian- 
cee, .et  il  la  trouvcra. 

Bolero.  Nous  pouvons  respirer. .  .(^Jjj  ce  moment,  on  en- 
tend  (III  dehor  un  fjrlbruit  di'  trumpitte.)     Hein  ? 

Aurore,  iiiqmcte.)     Unc  tromi)ette.     {Nouveau  bruit.) 

Bolero.     Qu'cst  ce  que  9a  veut  dire  1 . . 

Paoitita.  {anon(^ni(l  du  hunt  de  I'esrnlier.)  Sa  Hautesse  le 
seifjneur  MourzouU  pre'ceddde  sa  suite ! 

Aurore  ct  Bolero.     Mourzimk  !. . 

Marasquin.     Comment  so  (ait  il  ?  . . 

B,lero.  Nous  soranies  pcrdus  ! . . ( Entrent  les\Maures  com- 
posant  L'escorte  de  Moarzouic.) 

CHCEUR   DE3   MAURES. 

Majestueux, 

Et  deux  par  deux. 
Nous  arrivons  dun  long  voyage; 

Ecartcz-vous, 

Re^xardczinous, 
Rangcz-vous  sur  notrc  passage. 
Plus  brillants  que  dos  mete'oies, 
Sous  no--  habits  uiu  ticolores, 
Nous  faisons  pi'dlr  Ics  aurores; 
Tout  disparait  (levant  les  Maures, 

E  cbacun  dit, 

Tout  inteidit, 
Ah  !  quels  beaux  hommes  ces  Maures  ! 
Mourzouk,  entrant  I'ivemcnt. 

C'est  moi,  Mourzouk  ;  honjnur,  bonjour  ! 

Allons  au  fait  ct  sans  de'tours  : 

Les  bons  di  cours  s(mt  les  plus  courts, 

Bonjour,  bonjour  ! 

REPRISE    DO    CIiaOR. 

Majestueux,  etc. 

Mourzouk,a  sa  suite.  Lais  cz-moi. .  (£es  Maures  se  re- 
tirent.) 

Aurore,  a  part.     Quel  homme. 

Bolero,  a  part     Je  ne  me  sens  pas  bien  ! 

Monrzouk.  Eh  bien,  c'est  comme  cela  qu'on  mc  re9oit  ? 
Ou  est  le  beau-pcre  ? 

Anrnre.,  pou.'isant  Bolero.     AUez  done. 

Bole'ro,  apart,     Je  flagcole.     (Ilnnt.)  Le  bcau-pfere,  c'est 

MourzouJc.  Ah!  c'est  vous.  (D'une  voix terrible.)  Eh  bien. 
vovons . . approchcz . . 

'BoI&o,  altant  a  lui  avec  crainte.  C'est  que.  .je  vais  vous 
dire,  .nous  ne  vous  attendions  que  domain  matin. 

Monrzouk.  Eh  bien  !  j'ai  change  d'ide'e.  .Estce  que  cela 
Tous  fiidie "? 

Bolero,  vicement.     Non,  non  ! . . 

Mourzouk.  A  la  bonne  hcure  !  Perce  que  jevous  previ- 
ens  d'une  chose :  je  n'aime  pas  qu'on  me  manque.    Je  ne 


GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


Girofte.  Ah  !  Well— I'll  encourage  you.  Only — papa 
didn't  tell  roe  that. 

Marasquin.  Oh  !  of  course  he  couldn't  tell  you  every- 
thing. For  instance,  at  this  very  moment  you  would  great- 
ly encourage  me  if  vou  would  let  me  take — 

Girojle.     What  then  ? 

Marasquin.     A  kiss. 

Girojle.  Oh,  I  don't  mind  a  little  thing  like  that,  if  it 
encourages  you.  ( He  embraces  her.  Noise  without.  Break- 
ing awny  from  him.)     Papa  and  mamma. 

Marasquin.     My  new  family  ! 

SCENE  xn. 

The  same,  Bolero,  AtJRORE,  Paquita,  and  afterwards 

MOURZOCK. 

Aurore,  {enter! iirjjirst.)  At  length  I  foel  more  composed. 
Matamoras  has  promised  to  bring  Girofla  back  to  us  this 
evening. 

Bolero.  For  ten  thousand  piastres  which  you  promised 
him. 

Aurore.  You're  an  idiot.  I  promised  them  to  him — but 
that  docs  not  count.  The  most  important  thinu'  is  that  when 
the  terrible  Mourzouk  arri'cs to-morrow  morning,  he  should 
find  h\s  Jianree,  and  he  ivill  find  her. 

Bolero.  Now  we  can  breathe  freely.  {At  this  moment  a 
trumpet  sounds  without.)     Whai's  that"? 

Aurore.     A  trumpet?     (Another  trumpet  blast.) 

Bolero,     What  does  all  this  mean  ? 

Paquita.  (annonncinq  from  top  of  the  staiicase.)  His  High- 
ness, the  Prince  Mourzouk,  preceded  by  his  attendants ! 

Bolero.     Mourzouk  1 

Marasquin.     How  is  this  ? 

Aurore  and  Bolero.  We  are  lost !  (Enter  Moors  compos- 
iny  Mourzouk's  escort.) 

CHORUS  OF  MOORS. 
Majestic, 
Two  by  two, 
We  come  from  a  long  voyage. 
Stand  aside. 
Look  at  us, 
Arrange  yourselves  on  either  side, 
More  brilliant  than  meteors 
In  our  parti  colored  attire, 
We  dim  the  lustre  of  the  sun  ; 
All  things  are  by  the  Moors  eclipsed. 
Each  one  says, 

Quite  overcome —  — 

What  splendid  fellows  these  Moors  are  1     ^ 
Mourzouk,  {enlerinq  qnirkli/.) 

'Ti<  I,  Mourzouk — Good  day — good  day ! 
At  once  to  the  point  without  delay  ; 
The  better  it  is  the  less  you  say — 
Good  day  !  good  day  ! 

REFR.\IX — CHOBCS. 

Majestic,  etc. 

Mourzouk,  (to  attendants.)    Leave  me  !  {The  Moors  retire.) 

Aurore,  (aside.)     What  a  man  ! 

Bolero,  (aside. )     I  don't  foci  quite  well. 

Mourzouk.  Oh  !  Is  that  the  way  I'm  received  ?  Where 
is  my  father-in-law  1 

Aurore,  (pnshiiKj  Bolero.)   Go  on,  then. 

Bolero,  (aside.)  I'm  all  of  a  tremble.  (Aloud.)  I  am  the 
father-in-law. 

Mourzouk.  Ah!  It's  you,  is  it?  {with  a  terrible  voice.) 
Well !  come  here,  then  ! 

Bolero,  {qoinrj  timidli/  totpards  him.)  Tiiat  is — I  was  about 
to  tell  you  that  wo  didn't  expect  you  till  to  morrow  morn- 
ing. 

Mourzouk.  Well !  I  changed  my  mind.  Does  that  annoy 
you  1 

Bolero,  (qnickli/.)     No.  no. 

Monrzouk.  I'm  glad  to  hear  it,  because  I  wish  to  remind 
you  of  one  thing.    I  don't  like  to  be  kept  waiting.    I  never 


GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


1' 


I'ai  jamais  tolere,  je  nele  tole'rerai  jamais  !  [II fra pe  du  pied 
avec  force,  tout  le  monde  sursaule.) 

Girofle  a  part.     Le  villain  homme  ! . . 

Marasquin,  apart.     II  nest  pas  commode  le  beau-frere. 

Bolero.     Pourtant,  pui  que  vous  aviez  mal  anx  dents. . 

Mourzouk.  C'est  passe  !.  .Je  me  les  suis  fait  toutes  ar 
racher.  (De'sifjnant  Girojle'.)  C'est  mademoiselle  7. .(// 
s'approache  n'elle  pour  I'embrasser.)  Mademoiselle,  permet- 
tczmoi. . 

Girofle,  se  reculant  vtvement.  Non,  non,  9a  n'est  pan  moi.  • 

Marasquin.     Mademoiselle  est  ma  femme. 

Girofle.     Et  monsieur  est  mon  mari. 

Bolero.  II  ne  faut  pas  confbndre. .  Le  rubati  bleu  est  a 
monsieur,  .vous,  vous  avez  le  ruban  rose. 

Mourzonk,  en  col^e.  Eh  bien,  oil  est-ille  ruban  rose  1  Qa'on 
me  le  montre. 

Bolero,  a  Aurore  bas.     Que  faire  ? 

Aitrore,  (le  mime.  Arrangez  vous,  9a  vous  regarde.  .C'est 
vous  qui  e'tes  le  chef  de  la  communante. 

Bolero,  apart.     Oh  ?  me  lacher  dans  un  pareil  moment ! 

Mourzouk,  se  montant.  Eh  bien,  repondrez-vous,  mille  ya- 
tagans ! 

Aurore  a  Bolero.     Repondez-donc. 

Bolero.  Voila.  .c'est  bien  simple.  .Comme  nous  ne  comp- 
tions  plus  sur  vous  pour  aujourd  hui,  Girofla  ne  s'est  pas 

Mourzouk,  bondissant.     Hein?  [apprete.. 

Bolero.  Mais  vous  pouvez  fitre  sdr  que  domain  matin  au 
petit  jour. . 

Mourzouk.     Demain ! .  .Est-ce  que  vous  fichez  de  moi  ? 

Auror".  Seigneur  Mourzouk,  vous  savez  ce  que  c'est  que 
les  jeones  filles..  .Nous  lui  avons  dit :  Ce  ne  sera  que  de- 
main,  .elie  s'est  faire  a  cette  ide'e  la.  .et. . 

Mourzouk.     Impossible ! 

Bolero.     Impossible  ? 

Mourzouk.  Demain,  il  faut  que  je  parte  pour  une  expe- 
dition, je  laisserai  ma  femme  ici  jusqu'a  mon  retour,  mais 
d'ici  la,  je  veux  etre  son  epoux  et  rcmplir  vis-a-vis  d'elle 
toutes  les  forma  ites  exige'es  par  I'usage.     C'est  compris  ? 

Bolero.  Oui,  oui.  (A  part.)  Tachons  de  gagner  du 
temps.  (Haul.)  Dites  done,  qu'estce  que  vous  diriez  d'un 
petit  raariage  vers  les  minuit,  une  heure  ().. 

Aurore.     Aux  flambeaux  ! 

Mourzouk.  Ah!  mais  vous  m'agacez  k  la  fin.  ..Je  vous 
dis  que  je  veux  me  marier  tout  de  suite,  a,  I'instant. 

Bol&o,  (prenant  son  courage  a  deux  mains.)  A  I'instant,  9a 
ne  ee  peut  pas. 

Mourzouk.    Repetez- le  done  ? 

Bolero.     Qa  neme  peut  pas . .  Je  le  r^pete. 

Mourzouk.     Mille  yatagans ! 

Tous,  (se  reculant  epouvant€s.)     Ah  ! 

Girofle.     II  va  tuer  papa  ! 

Mourzouk.  On  ne  ra'a  jamais  manqu^.  .on  ne  me  man- 
quera  jamais !, . 

Bolero,  (a  Aurore,  avec  d€sespoir.)     Que  faire  ' 

Aurore.     Oh  !  9a  vous  regarde  ! 

Mourzouk      Eh  bien .  .est  ce  oui ' 

Girofle.     Papa,  dis  oui. 

Marasquin.     Dites  oui. 

Aurore.     Dites  done  oui. 

Bolero,  {hors  de  lui.)  lis  sont  bons  !  Maig  je  ne  penx  pas 
dire  oui ! 

Mourzouk.  Ecoutez.  je  vais  faire  un  bout  de  toilette,  .je 
reviens  dans  cinq  minutes,  .et  si  ma  future  n'est  pas  prete, 
vous  aurez  affaire  k  moi. 

Bolero,     Oh ! 

Mourzouk,  (s'rn  allant  a  gauche.)  Vous  aurez  affaire  &  moi, 
et  ce  sera  terrible. 

Bolero.    Je  suis  perdu  ! 

Marasquin,  (a  Bolero. )  Ne  craignez  rien,  je  vais  le  calmer. 
.  .En  attendant,  dites  a  Girofla  de  se  pre'parcr. 

Mourzouk,  {du  haut  I'escalier.)  Vous  avez  entendu  1  ce  sera 
terrible  ! . .  (H  sort.  Marasquin  le  suit.) 


have  allowed  it  and  I  never  will  allow  it.    {Stamps  his  fo 
violently.    Everybody  starts.) 

Girofle,  (aside.)     The  horrible  wretch  ! 

Marasquin,  {aside,}  He's  not  a  pleasant  fellow,  this  brotl 
er-in-law  of  mine. 

Bolero.    Besides  as  you  had  the  toothache — 
Mourzouk.     It  is  gone.    I  had  all  my  teeth  pulled  out.   Bi 
enough  of  talk.     Show  me  my  future — (Pointing  to  Gv'ofle 
Is  it  Mademoiselle  ?     (He  approaches  as  if  to  embrace  her 
Permit  me.  Mademoiselle. 

Girofle,  (retiring  rapidly.)     No  !  No  !    'Tis  not  me. 

Alarasquin.    This  young  lady  is  my  wife. 

Bolero.  Don't  confound  the  two — the  blue  ribbon  is  th 
gentleman's  ;  as  for  you,  you  have  the  rose  colored. 

Mourzouk,  {angrily.)  Very  well,  where  is  the  rose  colore 
one  then  ?     Show  her  to  me  ! 

Bolero  (to  Aurore  whispering.)     What  shall  we  do  1 

Aitrore,  (same.)  You  attend  to  it.  It's  your  business.  Yc 
are  at  the  head  of  this  establishment. 

Bolero,  (aside  )  Oh  !  to  leave  me  at  such  a  moment ! 

Mourzouk,  (drawing  himself  up.)  Well !  will  you  answ( 
me  f    Thousand  daggers  ! 

Aurore,  (to  Bolero.)    Answer  him. 

Bolero,  See  here — it's  very  simple — as  we  did  not  expe 
you  until  to-morrow,  Girofla  is  not  yet  ready, 

Mourzouk,  (enragtd.)     What! 

Bolero.  But  you  may  be  perfectly  sure,  that  early  ti 
morrow  morning — 

Mourzouk.     'To-morrow  !  do  you  mock  me. 

Aurore  Signor  Mourzouk,  you  know  what  these  your 
girls  are— we  told  her  it  would  not  be  until  tomorrow — si 
got  that  idea  in  her  head — and — 

Mourzouk.     Impossible ! 

Bolero.     Impossible? 

Mourzouk.  'To-morrow  I  am  obliged  to  set  out  upon  an  e: 
pedition.  I  shall  leave  my  wife  here  until  I  return,  but  in  tl 
meanwhile  I  desire  to  be  her  husband,  and  to  fulfil  towai 
her  all  the  customary  formalities.     Do  you  understand  1 

Bolero.  Yes,  yes.  (Aside.)  Let  us  endeavor  to  gain  tira 
C /I /our?.) Tell  me  now  what  do  you  say  to  a  wedding  aboi 
midnight  or  one  o'clock. 

Aurore.     By  torchlight. 

Mourzouk.  But  you  annoy  me  now.  I  tell  you  I  desi: 
to  be  married  immediately,  at  once. 

Bolero,  (courageously.)     At  once.     Can't  be  done. 

Mourzouk,     Repeat  that,  please. 

Bolero.     It  can't  be  done.     I  repeat  it. 

Mourzouk.     Thousand  daggers ! 

All,  (retiring frightened.)     Ah  ! 

Girofle.     He  is  going  to  kill  Papa. 

Mourzouk.  I  have  never  been  kept  waiting.  I  nevi 
will  be  kept  waiting. 

Bolero,  {to  Aurore  despairingly.)     What  shall  we  do? 

Attrore.     Oh  !  that's  your  lookout. 

Mourzook.     Well!  do  you  say  yes? 

Girofle.     Papa,  say  yes. 

Marasquin.     Say  yes. 

Aurore.     Why  don't  you  say  yes. 

Bolero,  (beMde  himself.)  That  s  all  very  well,  but — I  can 
say  yes. 

Mourzouk.  Listen,  then.  I'm  going  to  arrange  my  tc 
lett.  I  shall  return  in  five  minutes,  and  if  my  bride  is  m 
ready,  you  will  get  into  trouble  with  me. 

Bolero.     Oh ! 

Mourzouk,  (going  off  left.)  You  will  get  into  trouble  wif 
me,  and  that  will  be  terrible. 

Bolero.     I  am  lost ! 

Marasquin,  (to  Bolero.)  Don't  be  afraid,  I  will  go  aii 
quiet  him.     Meantime  tell  Girofla  to  get  ready. 

Mourzouk,  (from  top  of  staircase.)  You  understand  ?  Th; 
will  be  terrible  !     (He  goes  off,  followed  by  Marasquin.) 


18 


GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


SCENE  XIII. 
Lex  Memes,  moins  MoukzoUK  et  MarasqUIN. 

Atirore.     Comme  il  est  pre-^se  cct  hi^mmc ! 

Bolero.     On  a  bien  raisun  de  dire  :  les  Maures  vont  vite  ! 

drojle.  Mais  jc  ne  vons  coniprends  pas  ;  papa  n'a  qu'a 
fairo  ce  qu'il  djiiiande. .  .Qn'est-ce  que  9a  fait  ■? 

Bolero.  Comment!  qu'est  ce  que  9a  fait!..mai8  9a  fait 
tout !.  .Est  ce  que  tu  crois  que  si  ta  sceur  etait  ici,  je  ne  la 
hii  donnerais  pas  tout  de  suite  ? 

Girojle.     Ma  sceur  n'est  pas  ici  1 

Bolero.     Mais  iion  ! 

Anvore.     Ton  pere  I'a  laisse  enelever  par  les  pirates. 

Girofle.     Giroila  cnlcve'L;.  .Oh  !  ma  pauvre  soeur  !) . . 

Bolero.  II  s'au'it  l>ien  d'clie  jiour  le  moment!  Plains  ton 
p^re  d'libord  ct  aide-nous  a  trouver  qnelque  chose. 

Girojie.     Mais  jo  ne  vois  ricn. 

A'trore,  (mnontant.)  Ma  foi.  ni  moi  non  plus. 

Bolero.  Moti  Dieu  !  mou  Diou  !  Et  la  bete  fauve  qui  va 
rever.ir  !.  .Quel  drams!  Quel  abime  ! — 

Aurnrp,  {r/iii  a  bmssi  machwnlement  les  yeux  a  terre,  apergoU 
sur  le  sol  Is  rnha.i  ro^ie  qte  Giroflu  a  perdu  en  ss  defendant  con- 
trelrs  pirates.     Le  rdmussant.)     Le  ruban  de  Girofla!. . 

Bolero,  (tristement.)     II  se  sera  detache  dans  la  lutte. 

Aitrare,  (hparl.)  Quelle  idee  !.  .Pourquoi  non?  (Tlaut, 
poussnnt  nncri.)     J'ai  trouve  ! 

Bolero,  (boiidi.<sniit.)     Tw  as  trouve  ? 

A'irore.  All  !  SL'ulemcnt  jc  dois  vous  prevenir,  le  moyen 
est  un  pen  risque  !.. 

Bolero.     Qu'est-ce  que  9a  fait ! . .  Voyons  ! 

Anrore.  Oiroilc  approche  ici.. .(  Girojle' g'approche  )  Je  te 
retire  cc  ruban,  je  le  remplacc  par  celui-ci,  et  maintenant. . 

Girofle.     Maintenant? 

Aiirore.     Maintenant  tu  t'appelles  Girofla  . . 

Girojle.     Comment  ? 

Aiirore.     Et  tu  cpouses  IMourzouk,  c'est  bien  simple  ! 

Bolero,  [clfrai/e'.)     Comment,  tu  veux  1 . . 

Girofle.     Par  cxcmple  !. . 

Ah  !  je  vous  ai  prcvenue.  .c'est  un  peu  risqu^. . 
Au  fait.  .Du  monitnt  qu'on  ne  trouve  pas  autre 


Anrore 
Bolero. 
chose. . 

Girofle.  Mais  c'est  impossible,  .puisque  je  viens  d'eposer 
M.  Marasquin. 

Bolero.     Oui,  le  fait  est  que . . 

Anrore.  Qu'cst ce  que  9a  fait..Ce  soir,  I'amiral  Mata- 
moros  nous  aura  ramene  ta  sanir,  nous  operons  la  substitu- 
tion en  trmps  utile,  et  Marasquin  et  Mourzouk  n'y  auront 
vu  que  du  f'U. . 

Bolero.     Oil  !  superbc  !  C'est  un  traite  de  ge'nie. . 

Girojle.  Mais  perm.'ttcz ! — U'ici  la,  9a  me  fera  deux 
maris,  ct  c'est  {rravo  !. . 

Bolero.  Mais  nun  I  mais  non  !.  .11  ne  s'agit  que  de  gai- 
ner I'arrivc'e  de  JIatamoro :. 

Giifjle.     Mais  pourtaut  !.. 

Anrore.  Nous  n'avons  pas  Ic  temps  de  discuter.  .Voici 
Mourzouk  qui  rcvient..  .Du  calme,  du  sanjjfroid  !. . 

Bolero.     Et  sois  a  la  hauteur  do  la  situation  !.. 

Girojle.     ()  mon  Dieu  !  mon  Dieu  ! 

SCENE    XIV.      ^ 
Les  Hemes,  MouRzouK.  Marasqcin,  Paquita, 
L^s  Vliceurs. 

FINAL. 

Ciicenr.         Voici  I'heure  ct  !e  moment, 

Accourons  tons  promptement, 
Car  on  va  prescntcment, 
Sans  aucun  cmi-echement, 
Unir  conjuLralemcnt. 
Un  nouvonu  coujile  charmant. 
Accourons  tons  jiromptement, 
Voici  Theure  et  le  moment. 
Monrzouk,  arrivant  nvec  Marasipdn. 

Beau-pere,  me  voici, 

Avez-vous  retidchi  ? 


I  SCENE  XIII. 

Same,  except  Mo0RZOUK  and  MarasquiK. 

Anrore.     What  a  hurry  the  man  is  in. 

Bolero.     One  is  right  in  s  tying  these  Moors  are  excitable. 

Girojle.  But  I  don't  understand  you.  Papa  has  only  to 
do  what  he  wishes — what  difference  does  it  make  1 

Bolero.  How— what  difference  does  that  make? — that 
makes  all  the  difference  in  the  world.  Can  you  believe  that  if 
your  sister  were  here,  I  would  not  immediately  produce  her  ? 

Girojle.     My  sister  not  here  1 

Bolero.     Why,  no ! 

Anrore.  Your  father  allowed  her  to  be  carried  off  by  pirates. 

Girojle.     Girofla  carried  oft"?     Oh  !  my  poor  sister  ! 

Bolero.  We  can't  do  any  thing  about  her  now.  Pity 
your  father  first,  and  help  us  to  think  of  some  plan. 

Girojle.     But  I  can't  think  of  any. 

Anrore.,  (<]oin(]  np  the  stage.)     Nor  I,  cither. 

Bolero.  Good  heavens,  and  that  horrible  wild  beast  is 
about  to  return  !     What  a  drama — what  a  situation! 

Aurore,  (luho  has  mechanically  cast  down  her  eyes, perceives  up- 
on the  floor  the  rose-colored  ribbon  tlxit  Girofla  lost  irhile  defend- 
ing herself  against  the  pirates — picking  it  up. )  Girofla's  ribbon. 

Bolero,  (sadly.)  It  must  have  come  off  during  the  struggle. 

Auroie,  (aside.)  What  an  idea! — but  why  not?  (aloud, 
crying  out.)  I  have  discovered  it. 

BAero,  (joyously.)     You  have  discovered  the  way  ? 

Aurore.  Ah,  only  I  ought  to  warn  you  that  the  way  is  a 
little  risky. 

BoUro.     What's  the  difference.     Let  us  hear  it. 

Aurore.  Girofle,  come  here.  (Girofle  approaches.)  I  take 
from  you  this  ribbon  and  replace  it  by  this,  and  now — 

Girojle.     And  now  ? 

Aurore.     And  now  your  name  is  Girofla. 

Girofle.     How's  that  ? 

Anrore.     Well,  you  marry  Mourzouk — its  simple  enough. 

Bolero,  (frightened. )     What  ?     You  would  ? — 

Girojle.     The  idea ! 

Aurore.     Oh,  I  warned  you  that  it  was  somewhat  risky. 

Bolero.  Ah,  well — but  when  one  can't  find  any  other 
plan — 

Girofle.  'Tis  impossible  !  for  I  have  just  married  Mon- 
sieur Marasquin. 

Bolero.     Yes,  the  fact  is  that — 

Anrore.  But  what's  the  difference  ?  By  evening  Admi- 
ral Matamoros  will  have  brouiiht  back  your  sister.  V/e 
will  make  the  substitution  in  time,  and  Marasquin  and 
Mourzouk  will  know  nothing  about  it. 

Bolero.     Oh,  sujierb  !     A  stroke  of  genius. 
Girojle.     But,  excuse  me,  that  would  result  in  my  having 
two  husbands,  and  that's  a  serious  matter. 

Bolero.     But,  no,  no.    All  Ave  wish  is  to  gain  time  till  the 
arrival  of  Matamoros. 
Girojle.     Nevertheless — 

Anrore.  We  have  no  time  to  discuss  this  matter.  Here's 
Mourzouk  coming  back.     Be  calm — be  cool ! 

Bolero.     Be  equal  to  the  occasion  ! 
Girojle.     Oh,  great  heavens  ! 

SCENE   XIV. 
Same.    Mocrzouk,  Marasquin,  Paquita,     TTie  Chorus. 

FINALE. 

Chorus.  Quickly,  immediately 

Let  us  run  speedily, 
For  very  presently 

Witii  no  hindrance  alarming, 
Thcr'll  be  joined  conjugally 

A  couple  most  charming. 
Let  us  run  speedily, 
Quickly,  immediately. 
Mourzonlc,  (entering  icilh  Marasquin.)     Father-in-law,  here 
I  am  !     Have  you  reconsidered  ? 


GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


Bolero.  J'ai  reflechi,  mon  gendre, 

Et  sans  vous  faire  attendre, 
Jc  vous  mene  Girofla, 
Votrc  future,  que  voilk. 
Pagiiitn  a  part.     Girofla  ! 

Que  vcut  dire  cela  ? 
Mourzonk,  s'approch'inl  d".    Girofla. 

Mademoiselle  !  (S'arretant  surprts.) 

Ah  !  sur  mon  iime  ! 
Comme  elle  ressemble  k  sa  soeur ! 
Marasqitln. 

Comme  elle  ressemble  a  ma  femme  ! 
Giroflc,  a  part. 

O  mon  Dieii !  mon  Dieu  !  que  j  ai  penr  ! 
Marasqniti.  it   Bolero. 

Prcsentcz-moi  done,  cher  beau-pere, 
Jc  vous  prie,  k  ma  belle-scEur. 

Bolero,  a  part.  .     »   /-,•    ^    » 

O  ciel!  {Pr^sentant  lilarasqmn.  a  Girojte.) 

Girofla,  ton  beau-frere. 

ENSEMBLE. 

(  Mnrasqmn.  Comme  elle  ressemble  k  ma  femme! 
)  Mourzouk.     Comme  elle  ressemble  a  sa  soeur ! 
(  Girojle,  Bolero,  Aiirore, 

O  mon  Dieu!  mon  Dieu  !  que  j'ai  peur  ! 
Mourzouk  a  Marasquin. 

Bcau-frcrc,  vonlez-vous  me  servir  de  temoin? 
Maiasquin. 

A  nul  aure,  mon  cher,  je  n'en  laisse  le  som  ! 
Bolero  et  Aitrore. 

Comment,  il  lu  sert  de  temoin  ! 
Mourzouk  a  Girojle. 

Vcnez,  mademoiselle, 
Voici  la  doux  moment, 
Partons  pour  la  ehapclle. 
Murnsquin,  pasmnit  entre  Aurore  et  Bolero. 

Mais  un  instant ! . . Ma  R-mme ?.  .Ou  done  est-elle  1 
Aurore,  vivernent.  cherchant  a  Ventraincr. 
La-bus,  olle  nous  rejoindra ! 
Marasquin,  insi.stant. 

Ou  done  est-elle  ? 
Bolero,  I'eutraina'it  (vmai. 

Puisqu'on  vous  dit  qu'elle  viendra  ! 
Partons  pour  la  chapelle. 
Tons.  Partons  pour  la  chapoUe  ! 

Reprise  du  Chmir,  de  la  seine  VII 
A  la  chapelle,  etc. 
(D€fil€au  son  des  cloches. — Rideau. 


ACT  II. 

Le  theatre  repr^sente  un  fjrand  salon  mauresatte  tout  rehauss€ 
d'or,  cornmuniquant  an  fond,  par  trois  larges  baies,  avec  lasalle 
amanqer.—A  qaurlie,  une  fmelre.—Porleslat€rales.—Ures- 
soirsde  vnis^eille  et  de  vidaailles.—  Un  petit  gu€ndon.— 
Chaises,  fauteuils. 

SCENE  PREMIERE. 

Bolero,   Paquita. 

(A»  ^ever  du  rideau.  Bolero  est  a  lafenetre  et  interroge  Vhorizon 

avec  une  lunette  d'approche.     Paquita  essuie  d&s  assifttes.) 

Paqnita,  s'approchant  de  lui  doucement.     Eh  bicn  !  mon 

parrain  1 

Bdo-o.     Rien  !  toujours  rien ! . .  „      •    i 

Paquita.  II  v  a  pourtant  dejk  quatre  heures  que  1  amiral 
Matamoros  a  pris  la  mcr.  , 

Bolero,  avec  ahattement.  Qui .  .11  y  a  quatre  heures  qu  il  a 
nris  la  mer.  Et  il  ne  me  f\imene  pas  ma  fille !  Ah  !  ma  sit- 
uation est  sans  cxemple.  D'ordinaiie  on  a  trop  de  hlles  ct 
pas  assez  de  ^endres.  .Moi,  j'ai  trop  de  gcndres  et  pas  assez 
de  filles. 


Bolero.  I  have  reconsidered,  my  son-in-law.  With 
hesitation  I  bring  Girofla,  your  future  v?ife,  before  you. 

Paquita,  {aside.)     Girofla  !     What  does  this  mean  1 

Mourzouk,  approaching  Girofla.)  Mademoit^elle!  {S 
surprised.)  Ah  !  'pen  my  soul,  hovif  much  she  reseml 
her  sister ! 

Marasquin.     How  much  she  resembles  my  wife. 

Girojle,  {aside.)     Oh,  oh  !  how  frightened  I  am  ! 

Marasquin,  {to  Bolero.)  Present  me,  then,  dear  fathet 
law,  I  pray  you,  to  my  sister-in-law. 

Bolero,  presenting  Marasquin  to  Girojle.)  Girofla,  y 
brother-in-law. 

TOGETHER.       V.       .  ' 

(  Marasquin.     How  much  she  resembles  my  wife. 

)  Mourzouk.     How  much  she  resembles  her  sister. 

I  Girofle,  Bolero,  Aurore.  Oh,  good  heavens  !  1 
frightened  I  am  ! 

Mourzouk,  (to  Marasquin.)  Brother-in-law,  will  yot 
my  groomsman  1 

Marasquin.     I  would  let  none  other  have  that  honor. 

Bolero  and  Aurore.     What!  he  will  be  his  groomsmai 

Mourzouk,  {to  Girojle.) 

Come,  Mademoselle, 
Now  is  the  time  I 
On  to  the  Chapel ! 
Marasquin,  (passing  between  Aurore  and  Bolero.)     St( 
moment!     My  wife— where  is  she? 

Aurore,  {quirkli/,  trying  to  drag  him  away.)  She  will  , 
us  there. 

Marasquin,  {insisting.)     But  where  is  she  ? 

Bolero,  {also  pulling  him  away.)  Since  you  have  been 
sured  that  she  will  come,  let  us  go  to  the  Church. 

All.    Let  us  go  to  the  Church  ! 

Refrain  as  in  Scene  VII. 

To  the  Church,  etc. 

{^They  march  ojff  the.  stage,— Bells  ringing.) 


ACT    II. 

( The  scene  represents  a  large.  Moorish  Salon  with  highly  dei 
ted  hnnqings,  communicating  at  back  by  three  large  open 
with  the  Dining  Hall.  On  the  left  a  window ;  doors  tnici 
sideboards  arrange  with  dishes  and  glassware :  a  small  sti 
chairs  and  cushioned  seats.) 

SCENE    FIRST. 
Bolero,  Paquita. 
As  curtain  rises.  Bolero  is   discovered  standing  at  the  wit 
gazing  towards  the  horizon  with  a  glass.     Paqnita  is  wi 

7}lcit€S  

Paquita,  {approachinq  him  softly.)     Well,  godfather? 

Bolero.     Nothing,  still  nothing !  .         ,     *  j 

Paquita.     And  yet  it  is  now  four  hours  since  the  Adt 
Matamoros  went  to  sea.  _ 

Bolero,  (Jaintly.)     Yes  ;  it  is  four  hours  since  he  wei 
sea  and  he  has 'not  yet  brought  back  my  daughter, 
my' position  is  an  unexampled  one.     Generally  one  ha; 
manv  dau-hters  and  not  enough   sons-in-law.  For  my 
I  have  too  many  sons-in-law  and  not  enough  daughter! 


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GIROFLE  GIROFLA. 


Pcquita.     Voyons,  mon  parrain,  du  courajrc!.. 

Bolero.  Du  courai^c  !.  .Si  tu  crois  que  je  ii'en  ai  pas  eu 
pour  arrircr  jusqu'  a  maintenant  sansociat.  .11  fallaita  tout 
])rix  (lis^imuler  I'absence  do  (iirofla  et  occuper  la  noce  et 
k'S  maris. ,  .  Jc  leur  ai  propose  uue  promenade  ;  9a  les  em- 
Lietait,  mais  ils  n'ont  pas  ose  refuser.  .Aiors,  pendant  qu' 
Aurore  emmenait  la  senle  lille  qui  nous  reste,  jc  les  ai  con- 
duits successivcment  dan  les  parterres,  dans  Ic  potazer, 
duns  les  serres,  dans  la  me'tairie,  dans  la  bouverie  ct  jusque 
dans  les  terrains  de  labour. .  Ensuite,  je  les  ai  entraines  dans 
la  campagne,  et  sous  pretexte  de  leur  faire  admirer  le  bon 
entretien  des  chemins  vicinaux,  je  les  ai  fait  marcher  pen- 
dant trois  heures. 

Paqitita.     Doivent-ils  etre  ereintds  ! 

Bolero.  lis  I'e'taient ! . . Mais  dcpuis  que  nous  sommes  re- 
venus,  ils  ont  dd  se  rehire,  et,  d'un  instant  a  I'autre,  je  vais 
les  avoir  sur  le  dos  pour  Ic  diner.. Sans  compter  les  petits 
cousins  de  mes  fiUes  qui  vicnnent  d'arriver  ;  une  bande  de 
petits  polissons  qui  seront  terriblcs. 

Paquita.     II  faut  prendre  un  parti ! 

Bolero,  Tu  sais  bien  que  j'cn  suis  incapable.  .Mafemme 
n'est  pas  la.  .EiUe  ra'avait  dit  qu'clle  me  rejoindrait  ici  et. . 
(Pr€lant  I'oreille.)     Ah!  grand  Dieu  !  La  voici ! . . 

Paquita.     Madame? 

Bolero.  Non  !  la  noce . .  Et  je  suis  tout  seul !— Allons  ! . . 
II  faut  prendre  une  physionomie  souriante.  ) Ritournelle. . . 
Toute  la  noce  arrive  par  lefond.) 

SCENE  II. 

Les  Memes,  La  Noce,  Les  Cousins  :  puis  Makasqciw,  Mocr- 
zovK  puis  Adroke. 

MORCEAU  P'ENSEMBLE. 

Chceur. 
Nous  voici,  monsieur  le  beaupere, 
Bien  portants,  dispos  ct  joyeux, 
Et  tons  tres  disposes  k  faire 
Honneur  a  vos  mets  savoureux. 
Le  Notaire,  arrivant, 
Moi,jesuis  le  notaire. 
Un  Gnrgon  D'Honmur,  de  mime. 
Moi,  le  gar9on  d'honneur. 

Le  Percppteur. 
Et  moi,  le  percepteur. 
Bolero,  saluant. 
Je  suis  votre  humble  serviteur !, . 

L'Oncle. 
Et  moi,  je  suis  I'oncle  he'ritage, 
C'est  pour  cela  qu'on  me  me'aage. 
Le  Parrain. 
Moi,  je  suis  le  parrain  ! . . 

La  Marraine. 

Moi,  jc  suis,  la  marraine. . 
Le  Parrain  et  la  Marraine. 
A  bien  des  frais,  9a  vous  entraine. . 
Un  grand  jeune  Homme,  avec  vn  tambour  de  basque. 
Je  suis  venu  comme  danseur. 

( //  esquisse  un  p<u. ) 
Bolero,  I'imitant. 
Je  suis  votre  humble  serviteur. 
Les  Cousins,  entrant. 
Et  nous,  nous  sommes 

Les  cousins, 
Gais  jeunes  hommes, 

Tres-malins ; 
Aimant  les  gaillardises 
Et  Venus  tout  expres, 
Pour  dire  avant,  pendant,  apr^s, 
Pour  dire  et  faire  des  betises. . 

Bolero,  apart. 
Ceax-lk  me  font  mourir  de  pear. 


Paguita.     Have  courage,  godfather  I 

Bolero.  Courage  !  and  don't  you  suppose  I  have  courage 
since  I  have  got  along  thus  far  without  discovery.  It  is 
necessary,  at  all  hazard,  to  conceal  the  absence  of  Girofla, 
to  carry  out  the  nuptials  ind  satisfy  the  husbands.  I  pro- 
|)osed  a  walk  to  them.  It  annoyed  them,  but  they  hardly 
dared  rcfu.se.  Thus,  while  Aurore  took  charge  of  the  one 
daughter  now  remaining,  I  led  them  successively  into  the 
Hower-gardens,  the  kitchen  gardens,  through  the  green- 
houses, over  the  farm,  to  the  cattle  yards,  and  even  across 
the  plowed  fields.  Afterwards  I  carried  them  off  to  the 
country,  and,  under  the  pretext  of  making  them  admire  the 
excellent  condition  of  the  roads  in  the  vicinity,  I  kept  them 
on  the  go  for  three  hours. 

Paquita.     They  must  have  been  thoroughly  used  up. 

Bolero.  They  were  so!  But,  since  our  return,  they  have 
had  time  to  recover,  and  at  any  moment  I  may  have  them 
bouncing  in  upon  me  for  dinner ;  not  to  mention  the  little 
cousins  of  my  daughters  who  are  expected — a  baud  of  little 
rascals  who  will  be  perfectly  terrible. 

Paquita.     It  is  necessary  to  hit  upon  some  plan. 

Bolero.  But  you  know  very  well  that  I  cannot.  My  wife 
is  not  here.  She  said  she  would  join  me  here  and  {listening) 
—  Ah  !  Good  Heavens  I  it's  coming  I  see— 

Paquita.     Madame  ? 

Bolero.  No,  the  wedding-party.  And  I  am  alone !  Well, 
we  must  look  as  smiling  as  possible.  (Prelude:  the  wedding 
parti/  enter  at  back  0/ stage.) 

SCENE  II. 

Tfie  Same,  the  Wedding  Party,  the  Cousins,  then  Marasquin, 
MoDRZOUK,  and  afterwards  AcROBB. 

CONCERTED  PIECE. 

Chorus. 
Here  we  arc,  Mr.  Father-in  law. 
In  good  condition,  come  to  greet 
You  and  yours,  and  even  more,  • 

Disposed  your  savory  dishes  to  eat. 

The   Notary  entering. 
As  for  me,  I'm  the  notary. 

Groomsman   (same.) 
I  am  the  groomsman,  you  see  ! 

Preceptor. 
And  I  the  preceptor. 

Bolero,  (bowing.) 
I'm  your  very  humble  servant! 

The  Uncle. 
And  I  am  the  uncle  with  wealth  in  store, 
For  this  they  obey  me  and  nothing  more. 

The  (jodfalher. 
I !  I  am  the  uodfather  i 

The  Godmother. 
And  I  am  the  godmother,  too. 

The  Godfather  and  Godmrthet. 
And  a  lot  of  expense  we  are  to  yon. 
A  tall  young  Man,  (with  tambourine.) 
I  am  come  to  dance. 

(He  executes  a  step.) 
Bolero,  (imitating  him.) 
I'm  your  very  humble  servant ! 
The  Cousins,  (entering.) 
And  wc,  we  are 

Your  cousins  all. 
Gay  young  fellows. 
Of  mischief  full; 
A  frolicking  lot 
Who've  come,  red-hot. 
To  say,  first,  last,  and  all  the  time, 
Things  with  as  little  of  sense  as  rhyme. 

Bolero,  (aside.) 
I'm  dying  with  fear  of  this  frightful  crew. 


GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


( Haul  et  saluant. ) 
Je  sui  votie  humble  serviteur. 
Reprise. 
Nous  voici,  monsieur  le  beau-p^re  !  etc. 

Fernand,  reaardant  an  fond.     Ah  !  voici  les  deux  epoux. . 

Tous.     Vivent  les  epoux  ! . . 

Marasquin,  entrant  avec  Mourzouk.  Merci,  mes  amis,  merci ! 

Mourzouk,  tapant  sur  I'  €paule  de  Bolero,  d'un  air  jovial. 
Beau-pere  !. . 

Bolero,  machinalement.  Je  suis  votre  humble. .  (Se  repre- 
nant.)     Non,  je  voulais  dire.  .A  table  !  k  table !. . 

Tous.     C'est  ccla !  A  table  ! 

Mourzouk.  Permettez ! — Nous  ne  sommes  pas  aa  cora- 
plet  ■? . . 

Bolero,  {a part.)  Nous  y  voila!.  .(fla«<.)  Comment,  pas 
au  complet.  .Je  ne  vois  pas. .  )//ya/<  sembtnnt  de  chercher.) 
Ah  !  tiens,  c'est  vrai !.  .Ma  femme n'est  pas  la.  .(Appelant.) 
Aurore  !  Aurore  \). . 

Aurore,  dims  la  cculisse.     Voila  !  voila  ! 

Bolero.  Ah\.  .(A  part. )  Enfin  ! . . ( Baa  a  Aurore  qui  entre 
par  la  droit e.)     Et  Girofle  1 

Aurore,  de  meine.     Consii^ne'c  dans  sa  chambre. . 

Bolero.     Bien  ! 

Aurore.  On  nous  observe. .  Silence  ! . .  (Haul.)  Messieurs, 
le  bras  aux  dames. 

Mourzouk.  Un  instant ! .  .Dans  tout  9a,  je  ne  vois  pas  ma 
femme.. 

Marasquin.     Ni  moi  la  mienne . . 

Aurore..     Elles  vont  venir. 

Mourzouk.  C'est  que  je  suis  press^,  moi . .  Vous  savez  que 
je  pars  demain  a  midi. . 

B0/&0.     Oh!  d'ici  la.. 

Marasquin.      Mais.. 

Aurore,  vivement.     A  table!.. 

Tous,  chantant  a  pleine  voix.  A  table ! . .  A  table  !  a  table ! . . 
Reprise. 
Nous  voici,  monsieur  le  beau-pere,  etc. 
(lis  entrent  sur  une  tnusique  de  scene.     Les'  rideaux se/erment.) 
Aurore  a  Bolero.     AUez  avec  eux.  .Moi,  je  reste  ici. 

Bolero.     Comment!  tuveux.. 

Aurore,  le  poussant.  Allcz  done  !..et  donnezmoi  9a. .. 
(E/le  lui  prend  la  lorgnette,) 

Bolero,  apart.  Qu'est-ce  que  je  leur  dirai  ?  (//  entre  au 
fond.) 

SCENE  III. 

AUEORE,  PaQCITA. 

Aurore.  Oh!  ce  Bolero!.. Pas  de  sang!.. La  moindre 
chose  lui  fait  perdre  la  tete. . 

Paquita.     Franchement,  madame,  il  y  a  un  pen  de  quoi ! 

Aurore.  Allons  done  !  Ne  dirait-on  pas  que  tout  est  per- 
du parce  que  Mataraoro'<  est  un  ],cu  en  retard  ?.  .Qa  arrive 
a  tout  le  monde.  .Mais  il  ne  duit  pas  etre  loin  maintenant. 
. .  Voyons . . 

(Elle  prend  la  lorgnette  et  regurde.  Sortie  de  Paquita.) 

SCENE  IV. 
AuROKE,  Bolero. 

Bolero.  II  a  sa  serviette  au  cou  et  entre  effort.  Aurore ' 
Aurore !.  • 

Aurore,  se  retournant.     Comment !  c'est  vous  f 

Bolero.  La  situation  n'est  plus  tenable.. lis  demandent 
leurs  fcmmes  a  grands  cris  !. . 

Aurore.     II  fallait  les  leur  promettre. 

Bolero.  C'est  cc  que  j'ai  fait,  mais  ^a  commence  h  etre 
use. .  Vas-y,  toi.  .Peut  etre  qu'un  noveau  visage. . 

Aurore,  se  dirigeant  vers  le  fond.  Allons  !  c'est  bon  ! . . 
Puisque  vous  n'etes  capaijle  de  ricn . . 

Bolero,  courant  apres  elle.  Donnemoi  la  lorgnette  !. .(// 
la  lui  prend.     Aurore  entre  aufond.) 


{Aloud  and  bowing. 
I'm  your  very  humble  servant,  too. 

Refrain. 
Here  we  are,  Mr.  Father-in-law,  etc. 

Fernand  (looking  off. )  Ah  !  here  come  the  two  bridegroc 

All.     Long  live  the  bridegrooms  ! 

Marasquin,  (entering  with  Mourzouk.)  Thanks,  my  friec 
thanks ! 

Mourzouk,  (tapping  Bolero  gaily  on  the  shoulder.)  Fat 
in-law ! 

Bolero,  (abstractedly.)  I'm  your  very  humble — (recove 
himself.) — No,  I  meant  to  say — To  the  feast !  to  the  feas 

All.     That's  it !     To  the  feast ! 

Mourzouk.     Permit  me !     Our  number  is  not  complet< 

Bolero,  (aside. (  There  we  are  now  !  (loud.)  How  ! 
complete?  I  don't  see.  (He  appears  to  look.)  Ah!  h 
that's  true.  My  wife  is  not  here  (calling) — Aurore !  . 
tore! 

Aurore,  (without.)     Here!  coming! 

Bolero.  Ah  !  (aside)  finally !  (whispering  to  Aurore, 
enters,  right,)  and  Girofle  ? 

Aurore,  (same.)     Confined  in  her  bedroom. 

Bolero.     Good ! 

Aurore.  They  are  looking  at  us — silence!  (aloud.)  ( 
tlemen,  offer  your  arms  to  the  ladies. 

Mourzouk.  One  moment !  Among  them  I  do  not  see 
bride. 

Marasquin.     Nor  I  mine. 

Aurore.     They  are  coming. 

Mourzouk.  "The  fact  is  I  am  somewhat  in  a  hurry.  1 
know  I  set  out  to-morrow  noon. 

Bolero.     Oh  !  time  enough  ! 

Marasquin.     But— 

Aurore,  (quickly.)     To  the  feast ! 

All,  (singing.)     "To  the  feast !     To  the  feast !  etc. 

REFRAIN. 

Here  we  are,  Mr.  Father  in-law,  etc. 

( They  enter  small  scene.     The  curtains  clos 
Aurore,  (to  Bolero.)     Go  with  them.     I  will  remain. 
Bolero.     What!  you  really  wish — 
Aurore,  (pushing  him.)     Go  !  go  !  and  give  me  that,  (ti 
glass  from  him.) 


SCENE   III. 
AciRORE  and  Paquita. 
Aurore.     Oh,  this  Bolero !     Not  a  bit  of  blood.  The  I 
thing  makes  him  lose  his  head  entirely. 
Paquita.     I  must  say,  madame,  there  is  some  little  cat 
Aurore.     Go  to  !     You  cannot  mean  to  say  that,  beci 
Matamoros  is  a  little  late,  everything  is  to  be  given  Uj 
lost.     That  happens  to  everybody.     Besides,  he  ought 
to  be  far  off  now.     Let  us  see.     (She  takes  the  glass  and  I 
through  it.    Exit  Paquita.)  /  ' 

-'"■  sCEili;  Yf^^'^^'^^-^ 

AcROBE,  Bolero. 

Bolero,  (entering  wildly,  with  a  napkin  on  his  neck.) 
rore !  Aurore ! 

Aurore,  (turning.)     How  now!     You? 

Bolero.  The  situation  is  no  longer  tenable.  They 
mand  their  brides  in  the  stormiest  fashion. 

Aurore.     You  should  have  promised  to  produce  them 

Bolero.  That's  exactly  what  I  did  ;  but  that  device  is 
ginning  to  be  a  little  stale.  You  go  in  there.  Possibl 
new  face — 

A  urore,  (going  up. )  Yes,  that's  best ;  since  you  are  re 
good  for  nothing. 

Bolero,  (running  after  her.)  Give  me  the  glass !  {He  U 
it  from  her.     Aurore  exits.) 


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GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


SCENE  V. 
Bolero,  puis  Girofle. 
Bolero,  Sf  III.     Ah!  quelle   position  ?..  (//  braque  sa  lorg- 
nette.)    Et  tonjours  rien  \.  .{A  ca  moment,  una  parte  a  droite 
a'onvre  avec  violence  ct  Girojl^ent-e  vivement.     II  se  relourne.) 
Comment  I  Girofle  !. . 

Girojle,  firie.nse.     Qui,  c'cst    moi!..J'en   ai  assez,  i  la 
fin.. 

DUETTO. 

Girojle.  Papa  !  Papa  ! 

Q.\  nc  pent  pas  s'passer  comm'  9a  ! 
Bolero,  effrti'/^.  Vojons  !  il  faut  de  la  prudence  !. . 
Girojle.  Qa  m'est  e'gal  ! 

Bolero.  II  y  va  dc  mon  existence. . 

Girojle.  J'm'en  inoqu'  pas  raal ! 

ENSEMBLE. 

Girojle.  Papa!  Papa! 

Qa  ne  j)cut  pas  s'passer  comm'  9a ! 
Bolero.  llola  !  llola  I 

II  nc  faut  pas  crier  comm'  9a  ! 
Girojle,  avec  colere  et  Ires-ri'e. 

Si  vous  croyez  que  9a  m'amuse. 
D'etre  la  liaut  recluse; 
Mon  cher  papa,  vraiment, 
Vous  vous  trompcz  e'trangement; 
51e  laisser  conline'e 
Et  sculc  abandonnee, 
Ce  n'est  pas  pour  cela 
Qu'aujourdl)ui  Ton  me  maria  ! 
Sans  en  savoir  trop  pour  raou  a^e, 
Jc  sais  bien  que  I'usage, 
Que  I'usa.'C  n'est  pas, 
D'agir  ainsi  dans  pareil  cas  ; 
Separcr  I'epoux  do  sa  femme. 
C'est  ciintraire  au  programme. 
Ce  n'est  pas  pour  cela, 
Qu'aujourd'iiui  I'on  me  maria! 
(Elle  tennine,  avec  des  rris  et  des  tf^pignements.) 
Bolero.     Ah  !  cctte  enfant  me  desespere  ? 
Girojle.  Qa  m'est  e'gal. 

Bolero.     Tu  vois :  tu  fuis  pleurer  ton  p^re. 
Girojle.  J'm'en  moqu'pas  mal ! 

ENSEMBLE. 

Girojl'!.  Papa!  Papa! 

Q!a  n'peut  pas  s'  passer  comm'  9a. 
Bolero.  Hol'a!    Ilola ! 

I!  ne  faut  pas  crier-comm'  9a. 
Bolero.     Mais  jjcNte  mallieureusc ! . . ( Cris  aufond.)     Les 
mariccs  !  les  niarlees  ! 

Bolero.     Tuvois!     On  appelle  les  marie'es. 

Girojle.     Eh  bien  j'y  vais. 

Bolero,  la    reienatit.      Girofle  !..Xe  fais  pas  9a  !.  .  Je  t'en 
prio  I. .  S'ils  en  voient  une,  ils  re'clameront  j'autre. . 
SCENE    VI. 
Les  Mimes,  Acbobk. 

Aurorp,  revenant  pre'ci/nUiniiHfii.t.  Bolero!  Bolero  !..Je 
suis  debordce  !..I  3  ne  vculonl  plu'f  rien  entendre..  (.4/)er- 
cevant  Girojle.)     Ciel!  Girofle'!  ici  !.. 

Bolero.     Iniaginc-toi  que. . 

Aiirore.  Oh  !  mon  Dieu  !  Vite,  faisons-la  disparaitre. . 
ils  me  suivent. . 

Bolerd     Qui  1 

Aurore.     Noscndros! 

Bolero.     Ah  !  ou  La  fourrer  ■» 

Aurore,  onvrant  une  porte  a  droite.     L4  !  dans  ce  cabinet ! 

Girojle.     Encore  m'enfermer  ? 

Bolero,  la  poussaiit.     Allons,  allons  ! 

Aurore,  de  mime.  Pas  un  mot !  Pas  un  geste  !  [Ils  I'en- 
Jerment.) 


SCENE    V. 
Bolero,  afterwards  Girofle. 
Bolero,    (alone.)     Ah,   what  a   situation  !     {He   levels  the 
glass.)     Still  nothing  !     (At  this  moment  a  door,  right,  opens 
violently,  and  Girojle  enters  quicklt/.]      What !  Girofle  1 

Girojle,  (furiously.)  Yes,  it  is  I.    I've  had  enough  of  this  ; 
end  it. 

DUET. 

Girojle.  Papa  !    papa ! 

Thin;_'S  can  never  go  on  as  they  arc ! 
Bolero,  (frightened. )  See,  now  !  Prudence  is  necessary. 
Girojle.     That's  all  the  same  to  me. 
Bolero.      It  is  a  question  of  my  very  existence. 
Girojle.     That  is  absurd. 

together. 
Girojle.  Papa  !  papa  I 

Things  can  never  go  on  as  they  are  I 
Bolero.  Oh,  say  !     I  say  ! 

Don't  cry  out  in  that  iiorrible  way  ! 
Girojle,  (quickhj  and  with  anger.) 

If,  perhaps  you  think  it's  amusing, 
To  be  shut  up,  all  calls  refusing, 
My  dear  papa,  in  so  far 
You  make  a  great  mist.ike. 

To  leave  me  there  confined  alone, 
.Abandoned  thus  by  every  one  ! 
It  wasn't  at  all  for  that,  I  say, 
That  I  got  married  tiiis  very  day  ! 
Without  knowing  muc!i  for  my  years, 

I  know  'tis  not  custom  as  it  appears — 
It  isn't  custom,  frcm  wiiat  one  hears, 
To  separate,  on  their  weddiui;  day, 
Husband  and  wife,  in  that  brutal  way — 

It  isn't  the  usual  programme. 
It  isn't  at  all  for  that,  I  say, 
That  I  got  married  this  very  day  ! 
(She  Jinishcs  by  crying  out  and  stamping  herjeet.) 
Bolero,     Ah  !  this  child  drives  me  to  despair  ! 
Girojle.     What's  that  to  me? 
Bolero.     See  !  you  make  your  father  weep  ! 
Girojle.     Ridiculous ! 

TOGETHER 

Girojle.  Papa  !  Papa  ! 

Things  can  never  go  on  as  they  are !  „ 

Bolero.  Oh  say!  I  say  !  Za\/i~^^     \ 

Don't  cry  out  in  that  horrible  way  !      "      fvi  \ 

Bolero.  But  you  unfortunate  little — (cries  without.)  The 
brides  !     The  brides. 

Bolero,  (distracted.)  You  hear'?  they  are  calling  for  the 
brides. 

Girojle.     Very  well ;  I'm  going. 

Bolero,  (holding  her  hack.)  Girofle! — do  not  do  that — I  pray 
you  !     If  they  sec  one  they  will  insist  upon  having  the  other. 

SCENE   VI. 
The  Same,  AuRORB. 

Aurore,  (returning  hastily.)  Bolero!  Bolero!  I  am  over- 
come ;  they  will  no  longer  listen  to  anything  (perceiving 
Girojle) ;  Good  Heavens  !  Girofle,  you  here? 

Bolero.     Do  you  imagine  tliat  — 

Aurore.  Oh,  for  pity's  sake  be  quick  !  make  her  go  away 
— thev  are  following  me. 

Bolero.     Who  ? 

Aurore.     Our  sons-Inlaw. 

Bolero.     Where  can  we  hide  her  ? 

A'trore,  {opening  dooi  right)     There,  in  that  closet. 

Girnjl(f.     You  sliut  me  up  again  ! 

Bohro.  (piishinq  her.,     Go  in  !  go  in  ! 

Aurcre,  (same.)  Not  a  word  !  Not  a  gesture  I  (they  shut 
her  in.) 


GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


SCENE  VII. 


Bolero,  Acgore,  Marasquiv,  Mocrzouk. 

Marasipun,  qui  est  eutr^a  temps  pour  voir  ce  qui  s'est  pass€- 
(A  part.)     Qu'ai  jc  vu  1 

Aurore,  se  ntuurnunt.     Marasquin  ! 

Bolero,     II  c'tait  temps  ! 

Mourzouk,  arrivantcoimae  unetromhe.  Milleyatagans  !  J'en 
ai  asscz  a  la  fin  ! 

Bolero  et  Aurore,  cffra  €s.     Ah  ! 

Marasquin.     Du  calme,  Mourzouk,  du  calmc  ! 

Mourzouk.  Vous  iii'cumiycz  avei- votre  calme  !..Je  nc 
veux  pas  qu'on  me  manque  !  Je  ne  I'ai  jam  is  souffert  et  je 
ne  le  souffriiai  jamais ! 

Marasquin,  le  ca/mant.  Voyons  !  voyons!..Il  faut  s'ex- 
pliquer  tout  doucement. . 

Bolero,  apart.     Je  voiidrais  bien  m'cn  aller. 

Aurore,  de  meme.     Que  leur  dire  '!  (Haut.)  Qu'y  a-t-il  1 

Mourzouk,  prel  a  s'elancer.  Ce  qu'il  y  a  ! . .  II  y  a . .  (Maras- 
quin le  reiient.) 

Marasquin.  Bclle-maraan,  il  y  a  que  nous  somnies  ma- 
ries  depuis  ce  matin. . 

Mourzouk.  Et  queje  n'entends  pas-m'etre  marie'  pour 
des  prunes . . 

Marasquin,  le  retenant.  Vous  nous  avez  fait  promcner 
tout  la  jounic'e. . 

Mourzouk,  avtc  rage.     Dans  les  terres  labourees. . 

.Marasquin.  En  nous  di-ant  que  nos  ferames  nous  rejoin- 
draicnt  au  diner. 

Mourzouk.  Et  nons  sommes  au  dessert ! .  .Qa  traine  trop  ! 
. .  Jc  pars  dcmain  matin,  moi ! 

Marasquin.     Riipondcz. 

Aurore.  Mon  Dieu,  messieurs,  votre  impatience  est  le- 
gitime, ct  jc  nc  comprends  pas  que  ces  demoiselles.  .Mais  je 
cours  k'S  chcrclicr. 

DJero,  vicement.     Moi  aussi ! 

Aurore.  es.-iai/ant  de  les /aire  rentrer  aufond.  (Ja  sera  pent- 
etre  un  peu  loiij;. 

Bolero,  de.  meme.  Leur  chambre  est  tres  loin  et..(/i!  se 
trouveface  a  face  avec  Mourzouk  et  s'arrete  ejffraye.) 

Marasquin,  avec  un  sourire.  Etes-vous  bien  sdr  qu'il  faille 
aller  si  loin  1 

Aurore,  inquiete.     Comment  1 

Marasquin.  Si  I'on  ouvrait  tout  siraplement  cette  petite 
porte  ? . . 

Aurore,  se  metlant  viqement  derant  la  porte.     Cette  porte ! 

Bolero,  a  part.     II  a  tout  vu  ! . . 

Mourzouk.  Par  la  barbe  de  Mahomet ! . .  Qu'est-ce  que  9a 
sij^nific? .  .Nos  fcmmes  sont  la  et  vous  nous  racontez  des 
histoires.  .{voalant  entrer.))  A  lions  ! 

Aurore,  vio:  ment.  Non  !  non  ! . .  Mon  gendrc  ' . .  Ecoutcz  ! 
j'aimc  micux  tout  vous  dire. . 

Mourzouk.     Pas  dc  phrases  ! 

Aurore,  les  reni'iiant.  Mourzouk,  Marasquin,  je  vous  en 
prie. .  Mon  Dieu  !.  .Vous  savcz  ce  cjue  c'est  qii'une  mere !. . 

Bolero,  a  part.     Qu'est-ce  qu'cllo  va  leur  contcr  ] 

Aurore.  Mes  tilles  sont  des  trcsors  d'innoccnce,  de  pu- 
rete. . 

Marasquin.     Jc  I'csijere  bien  ! 

Mourzouk.     Parbleu ! 

Aurore,  Eh  bien  !  dans  un  diner  de  noce,  il  y  a  toujours 
des  gens  ^cns  m:il  elcvc's  qui  profiteut  de  la  circonstance 
pour  faire  certaines  allusiones  qui.  .(Baissant  les  yeux.) 
Vous  savez  ce  queje  veux  dire. . 

Mourzouk.,  froidement.     Continucz. 

Aurore.     II  y  a  suriout  une  douzaine  de  petits  cousins. . 

Bolero.  Des  mauvais  sujets.. .  Vous  les  avez  cntendus  : 
ils  sont  venus  pour  dire  des  betiscs. . 

Awore.  Nos  filies  sont  des  fleurs,  mes  amis,  .Nous  avons 
craint  pour  elles  tout  s  ces  conversations  malseantcs  et  nous 


SCENE  VII. 


Bolero,  Aurore,  Marasquin,  Mourzouk. 

Marasquin,  (who  has  entered  in  time  to  see  what  has  hapj 
ed.     Aside.)  What  do  I  see  1 

Aurore,  (turninc;.)  Marasquin  ! 

Bolero.     It  was  time  ! 

Mourzouk,  (entering  noisily.)  Thousand  daggers !  ] 
enough  of  this  at  length  ! 

Bolero  and  Aurore,  {frii/litened.)     Ah  ! 

Marasquin.     Be  calm,  Mourzouk,  be  calm! 

Mourzouk.  You  annoy  me  with  your  calmness  !  I  do 
wish  to  be  kept  waiting  !  I  never  have  permitted  it  an 
never  will  permit  it! 

Marasquin,  (soothing  him.)  Well,  let  us  see  now.  Lei 
have  a  quiet  explanation. 

Bolero,  (aside.)     I  should  like  to  get  out  of  this. 

Aurore,  (same.)  What  shall  I  say  to  them?  (Aloi 
What  is  the  trouble  f 

Mourzouk,  (attempting  to  rush  forward  )  What  is  thett 
blc  ■?     The  trouble  is — (Marasquin  holds  him  hark.) 

Marasquin.  Mother-in-law,  the  trouble  is  that  wc  h; 
been  married  since  this  morning — 

Mourzouk,  And  that  I  don't  understand  this  gett 
married  for  nothing. 

Marasquin,  (lidding  him  back.)  You  kept  us  walking 
day. 

Mourzouk,  (in  a  rage.)     Through  the  plowed  fields — 

Marasquin.  Assuring  us  that  our  wives  would  join  u; 
dinner. 

Mourzouk.  And  now  we  arc  at  dessert !  This  drags 
much  !     L leave  to-morrow  morning  myself. 

Marasquin.     Answer  ! 

Auroie.  Upon  my  word,  gentlemen,  your  impatienc( 
quite  natural,  and  I  understand  that  these  young  ladie 
But  I  will  run  and  look  for  them. 

Bolero,  (quickly.)     And  I  too. 

Aurore,  (trying  to  make  them  re-enter  at  back  of  stage.) 
may  take  some  time. 

Bolero,  (same.)  Their  bedroom  is  at  some  distance,  i 
— (he  finds  himself  face  to  face  with  Mourzouk,  and  si 
frightened.) 

Marasquin,  (smiling.)  Are  you  quite  certain  that  i 
necessary  to  go  so  far  ? 

Aurore,  (disconcerted.)     How? 

Marasquin.     If  one  were  .simply  to  open  this  liltic  dooi 

Aurore,  (placing  herself  quickly  Ixfore  the  door.)  This  do( 

Bolero,  (aside.)     He  has  seen  all ! 

Mourzouk.  By  the  beard  of  the  prophet !  What  docs 
this  mean  ?  Our  wives  are  tiierc  and  you  arc  putting  us 
with  a  lot  of  fables,  (tries  to  enter.)     C^mc  on  ! 

Aurore,  (quickly.)  No  !  no  !  my  son-iu-law.  Listen 
would  rather  tell  you  all. 

Mourzouk    No  nonsense  now  ! 

Auroie,  (leading  them  away.)  Mourzouk,  Marasquin,  I  1 
of  you — You  know  the  position  of  a  mother  !— 

Bolero,  (aside)  What  in  the  world  is  she  going  to 
them  now  ? 

Aurore.  My  daughters  are  treasures  of  innocence  s 
purity. 

Marasquin.     I  hope  so,  I'm  sure! 

Mourzouk.     Zounds ! 

Aurore.     Upon  the  occasion   of  a  wedding  dinner  th 
are  always  some  iilbrcd  persons  who  take  advantage  of 
occasion    to  make  certain    allusions  which — (dropping 
eyes) — you  undrstand  what  I  mean. 

Mourzouk,  (coldly.)     (io  on. 

Aurore.  And  especially  there  are  a  dozen  or  so  of  lii 
cousins — 

Bolero.  A  lot  of  rascals — you  heard  them  !  They  ; 
only  come  to  talk  nonsense. 

Aurore.  Our  daughters  are  perfect  flowers,  my  frien 
We  feared  the  effect  of  this  indelicate  conversation  uj 


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GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


avons  decide  qu'ellea  dinera  ent  seules  dans  ce  cabinet. . 

Marasqiun  et  Mourzouk.     Ah  ! 

Anrore,  timidement,     Ou  elles  resteront  jusqu'k  mlnuit. . 

Bolero,  approuvant  €ner<jiqaeinent.  Bien  !  tres-bien  !.  .(^ 
part.)     Elle  est  tres-f'orte  ! . . 

Mourzouk.     Jiisqu'a  minuit  !. . 

Marasquin.     Cast  une  plaisanterie. 

Bolero.  Pas  le  moins  du  raonde..Vous  comprenez,  a 
minuit. 

Mourzouk,  hors  de  lai.  Mille  yatagans  !. .(//  s'appretea 
tirer  son  sabre. ) 

Aurore  et  Bolero,  avec  un  grand  cri.     Ah  ! 

SCENE  VIII. 

Les  Mimes,  Toute  la  Noce ;  puis  Les  petits  Cousins  ;  Febnand, 
Almanzor,    Gdsman,  etc. 

(Les  rideaux  du  fond  s'ecartent  et  toute  la  noce  accourt  au 
bruit.) 

Tous.     Qu'cst-ce  qu'il  y  a?.  .Qu'est-ce  qu'il  y  a  ? 

Mourzouk.  Comprenez- vous  qu'on  nous  refuse  nos  fern- 
mes ! 

Marasquin.  Et  qu'on  nous  dis^  qu'on  ne  nous  les  donnera 
qu'a  minuit ! 

Tous.     Oh ! 

Auroi-e.     C'est  not  e  droit ! 

Mourzouk  et  Marasquin.  Permettez. . .  (Les  petits  cousins 
qui  sont  entrci  sur  ces  derniers  mots  s'interposent.) 

Les  Cousins.     Un  instant! 

Aurore,  a  part.     Les  petits  cousins  ! . . 

Bolero,  de  meme.     lis  vont  tout  envenimer. 

Fernand.  Que  vous  empechiez  vos  gendres  de  franchir 
cette  porte,  (;a.  vous  rejaide. . .  C'est  une  affaire  entre  eux  et 
vous.  .Mais  vous  allez  nous  I'ouvrir  a,  nous. 

Am  ore  et  Bolero,  bondissant.     A  vous  ! 

Almanzor.     Certaineinent. 

Gasman.  II  faut  que  nous  allions  detacher  les  jarreti^res 
des  marie'cs. . 

A\irore  el  Bolero,  attevrei.     Les  jarretieres  ! 

Tous.     Bravo  !  bravo  !  Les  jarretieres  des  raariees  !. . 

Bo!fro,  apart.     Saper]ipo[)ette ! 

Aurore,  dc  meme.  Je  n'avais  pus  pre'vu  cellcla  ?  {Haul.) 
Je  m'y  oppose  !.  .C'est  un  usa<;c  inconvenant. 

Tous.     Non  !  non  !  Les  jarretieres  ! 

Aurore.     Voyons,  mes  gendres,  vous  empecherez. . 

Marasquin.  Mais  pas  du  tout !.  .Comme  cela  vous  serez 
bien  force's  d'ouvrir  la  porte. 

Mourzouk.     Du  moment  que  9a  vous  ennuie,  j'en  suis  ! 

Bolero.     Mais  c'est  de'mode' ! . .  Qa  ne  se  fait  plus ! 
Marasquin.     C'est  nn  tort ! . .  La  ceremonie  des  jarretieres 
a  son  bon  cote. . 


them,  and  we  decided  that  they  had  better  dine  alone  in  this 

closet. 

Marasquin  and  Mourzouk.     Ah  ! 

Aurore,  (timidly.)     Where  they  will  remain  till  midnight. 

Bolero,  (approving  energetically.)  Good!  very  good!— 
(Aside.)  She  is  very  strong  at  this  sort  of  thing. 

Mourzouk.     Till  midnight ! 

Marasquin.     That's  a  joke. 

Bolero.  Not  the  least  in  the  world.  You  understand,  till 
midnight. 

Mourzouk,  (beside  himself .)  HhoMsaxii  daggers!  [he  starts 
to  draw  his  sabre. ) 

Aurore  and  Bolero,  (crying  out.)     Ah  ! 

SCENE   VIII. 

The  Same,  the  Wedding  Party  ;  afterwards  the  little  Cousins, 
Fernand,  Almanzor,  Gusman,  etc. 

(The  curtains  at  the  back  of  the  stage  are  drawn  aside,  and  the 
entire  wedding  party  rush  in  at  the  sound. ) 

All.     What's  the  matter ?     What's  the  matter? 

Mourzouk.  Don't  you  understand  that  they  refuse  to  give 
us  our  wives  ? 

Marasquin.  And  that  they  say  they  will  not  be  given  to 
us  till  midnight! 

All.     Oh ! 

Aurore,     That  is  our  right. 

Mourzouk  and  Marasquin.  Permit  me  (the  little  Cousins 
who  have  entered  at  the  last  word,  place  themselves  between.) 

The  Cou.sins.     One  moment ! 

Auroie,  (aside  )     The  little  cousins  ! 

Bolero,  (same)  They  are  going  to  exasperate  everybody. 

Fernand.  That  you  should  forbid  your  sons-in-law  to 
pass  through  this  door  is  your  own  look  out.  That  is  a 
matter  between  yourselves.     But  you  will  open  it  for  us. 

Aurore  and  Bolero,  (excitedly.)     For  you  "? 

Almanzor.     Certainly  I 

Gusman.  It  is  necessary  for  us  to  go  in  in  order  to  take 
off  the  bride's  garters — 

Aurore  and  Bolero.     Their  garters  ! 

AH.     B  avo  !  Bravo  !     The  bridal  garters  I 

Bolero,  (aside.)     By  Jinso  ! 

Aurore,  (same.)  I  never  thought  of  that.  (Aloud,)  I  object 
to  it.     It  is  an  unseemly  usage. 

All.     No  !  no !     The  garters  ! 

Aurore.     Of  course,  ray  sons-in  law,  you  will  prevent— 

Marasquin.  By  no  manner  of  means — ibr  that  will  force 
you  to  open  the  door. 

Mourzouk.  The  moment  that  gives  yoa  too  much  trouble, 
I  am  on  hand. 

Bolero.     But  it  is  obsolete.     It  is  not  done  any  more  ! 

Marasquin.  You  are  wrong  !  The  garter  ceremony  has 
its  good  side — 


NOS  ANCETRES  ETAIENT  SAGES.— WB.&.T  IS  GRANTED  TO  OLTl  SIGHING. 


S  Marasquin.  Alio  non  troppo. 


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Chokus. 


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GIROFLEOffiOFLA. 


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les     au  -  tres    ja  -  lous     En  -  6  -  taut    la    jar  -  re  -  tie  -  re     S'il    est  ma  -  liu,   chacun        pent    D'u  -  ne 
cour-age    and    be    bold.  Some  fine  eve -ning  when  you're  strolling,  As  young  coup-lea     of  -   ten      are;    If  doudt 

Dal  Sean 


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cer-tai-ne  ma-nie-re  Se  de  -  dom-ma-ger  un  peu,  D'u-ne  cer-tai-ne    ma,   me  -  re  Se   de  -  dom-ma-ger  un  peu. 
o'er  the  heavens   rolling, Hide  the  moon  and  ev'-ry  star, Sto  len  kiss  ■  ea,  sto  -  len    kiss  -  es,  sto-len  kiss  -  es  sweetest  are. 


Femand,  a  Aurore  et  Bolero.  Vous  voyez,  vous  n'avez 
rien  a  re'pondre. .  Je  vais  ouvrir  a  non  cousines. 

Aiirorre.     Non!  non!    (Elle  sejette  devant  la  porte.) 

Bolero,  luifaisant  un  reinpart  de  son  corps.  Vous  ne  pas- 
serez  pas ! 

Femand.     De  la  resistance!.  .Enlevons  le  papa  !. . 

Bol€ro,  has  a  Aurore.  Oh  !  quelle  idee !  Vite !  passemoi 
tes  jarretieres. , 

Attrore.  Ah!  attends!  (Elle  ote  ses  jarretieres  pendant  que 
Bol&o  se  dtfend. ) 

Bolero.     De'jjeche-toi  ! . . 

Aurore.  T'lensl.  .(Ellesles  hii  donne  juste  au  moment  ou, 
vaincu  par  le  nombre,  il  est  entrain^.) 

Les  Cousins,  enlevant  Bole'ro.     Victoire  ! 

Bolero.     Un  instant,  messieurs,  un  instant ! 

Tous,  le  Idclvmt.     Qiioi  ? 

Bolero.  Ce  n'c'tait  pas  la  peine  de  faire  tant  de  bruit.. 
Je  les  ai,  moi,  les  jarretieres  !.. 

Tous.     Comment  1 

Bolero.  All  9a  !  Est-ce  que  vous  crovez  que  je  n'avais 
pas  prevu  la  chose  ? 

Aurore.     II  y  a  longtemps  que  c'cst  fait. 

Bolero.  J'ai  etc  un  farceur  aussi  dans  mon  temps.  .(Ag- 
itant  les  jarretieres.)     Qui  enveut? 

Tous.  Moi!  mm  I.  .(Ill  se  les  disputent.  A  ce  moment  on 
entend  le  sigmtl  du  bal.)     Ah  !  le  ball 

Bolero  et  Aurore.     Enfin  ! 

GALOP 

Tous.  Ecoutez  cette  musique, 

Ce  refraine  de  bacchanal, 
Entrainant  et  frene'tique, 
C'cst  ic  f^ai  siffnal. 
Aurore.  Le  bal  c'cst  la  deli\'rance. 

Bolero.  En  avant  tous  pour  la  danso, 

Allons ! 
Venez !  dansons ! 
Marsquin.     Mais  permettez,  je  veux  ma  femme ! 
Atirore  et  Bohro.     A  niinuit ! 

Marasquin  ft  Mourznuk.     C'cst  indijjne  !  c'est  infame  ! 
Aurore  et  Bolero.     Pas  de  bruit.     A   minuit !     (Aurore  se 
cramponne  a  Mourzouk,  Bolero  a  Marasquin.    Discussion   ani- 
m^e  entre  eux  snr  un  mouvement  de  galop  qui  les  gagne  et  les  en- 
trcune  malgi'e' eux.) 

2'ous.  En  avant,  &  la  danse 

Que  chacun  s'elance ! 


Femand,  (to  Aurore  and  Bo  ero. )  You  see  you  have  no  a 
swer  to  make.  I  am  poina;  to  open  the  door  for  our  cousir 

Aurore.     No  !  no  !  (S/ie  throws  herself  brfore  the  door. ) 

Bolero,  (making  a  barricade  of  his  body.)  You  cann 
pass ! 

Femand.     Resistance  ?  Take  away  the  papa — 

Bolero,  (aside  to  Aurore.)  Oh!  An  idea  !  Quick,  g'v 
me  your  garters. 

Aurore.  Ah  !  wait!  (She  takes  off"  her  garters,  while  B 
lero  conceals  her  fom  view.) 

Bolero.     Hurry ! 

Auro^-e.  Here !  (She  (jives  them  to  him  just  at  the  mome, 
when,  overpowered  hg  numbers,  he  is  carried  off.) 

The  Cousins,  (lifling  Bolero  up. )     Victory  ! 

Bolero.     One  moment,  gentlemen,  one  moment. 

All,  (lettinr/  him  down.)      What  is  it  ? 

Bolero.     It  isn't  worth  while  to  make  all  this  row. 
have  the  garters  myself. 

A'l.     How  so  ? 

Bolero.  Bah!  Do  you  imagine  that  I  did  not  fores< 
this? 

Aurore,     It  was  done  Ion?  ago  ! 

Bolero.  I  too  was  a  practical  joker  in  my  day  ;  (Shaldn 
the  garters,)  who  wants  them  ? 

All.  If  I !  ( Theg  dispute  among  themselves :  at  this  momer 
is  heard  the  signal  for  the  commencement  of  the  ball.)  Ah  I  Th 
Ball ! 

Bolero  and  Aurore.     At  last ! 


AU. 


Aurore. 
Bolero. 


GALOP. 

Listen  to  this  music. 
This  bacchanal  refrain, 
Driving  us  to  frenzy 
With  irs  jolly  strain. 
This  ball  is  a  deliverance. 
Forward  all  for  the  dance. 
Away !  away ! 
Now's  your  chance ! 
Marasquin.    But  Allow  me !  whcre's  my  wife  1 
Aurore  and  Bolero.     At  midnight. 
Marasquin  and  Mourzouk.     Shameful !  on  my  life! 
Aurore  and  Bolero.    At  midnight ;  now  don't  make  a  row 
(Aurore  clings  to  Mourzouk,  Bolero  to  Marasquin.     Animate 
discussion.     They  are  finally  whirled  into  a  galop  in  spile  0 
themselves. ) 

AU,  Away  to  the  dance ! 

Let  every  one  prance. 


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GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


Sautons,  dansons  et  tournons. 

En  avant,  i  la  tlanse 

Que  ehacun  s'elance, 
En  rapides  tourbillons  ! 

( Toute  la  noce  sort  en  tourbiUonnant. ) 

SCENE    IX. 

GiROFLE,  puis  Bolero  et  Aubore,  puis  Paqcita. 

Girofle,  sortaut  du  cabinet.  Plus  personnc  ! .  .lis  sont  par- 
is!.  Tant  pis,  jc  me  risque.. Je  voudrais  bien  savoir  ce 
qui  sVst  passc.  .car  enfin,  c'est  ennuyeux,  il  n'v  a  que  moi 
qui  n'assiste  jnis  a  ma  noce,  je  pourrais  nieme  dire :  a  mes 
noces.  .All !  voici  papa  !  il  va  me  dire. . 

Bolero,  revenant  par  le  fond.  II  est  (out  esso\iffl€  et  tourne 
comme  imilfjre  lid.  Enfin  !.  .J'ai  re'ussi  k  me  debarrasser  de 
Marasqiiin.  .Je  I'ai  installe  au  buffet. 

Girojle,  allunt  a  lui.     Papa  ! . . 

Bolero,  se  laissant  uller  sur  une  chaise  et  s'gveutant  en  daitsant 
encore.     Laissemoi  tranquille  !.  .Je  u'en  peux  plus  ! 

Aurore,  revenant.  Mime  entr€e  qne  Boliro.  Ouf!  Je  me 
suis  de'livrec  de  Mourzouk. .  .Quel  danseur  que  ce  Maurc  ! 
.  .Je  I'ai  laisse'  en  tute  a  tete  avec  les  vins  fins. . 

Girojle.     Maman!.. 

Anrore,  s'asseyanl.  Laisse-moi !. . Je  suis  extenuee. .  .(/I 
Bole'ro.)  Nous  allons  done  avoir  quclques  minutes  de  re'pit. 

Bolero,  se  eviDtt.  II  est  encore  pris  de  pelits  tressailleinents 
nerveux.  Qui.  .j'ai  fait  doublcr  le  service  dos  rafVaichisse- 
ments,  et  j'espere  qu'a  force  de  consommations. . 

Paquita,  acrouninl  par  le  fond.  Mon  parrain  ! .  .Madame  ! 
.  .Grande  nouvellc  !.  .Pe'dro  est  revenu..Il  parait  qu'il  a 
echappe  aux  pirates. . 

Tons.     Pc'dio  ! . . 

Paquitii.  Oui !  avec  un  bel  uniforme.  .On  I'a  habille  en 
ma  in . .  II  est  eiivoye'  par  I'amiral  Matamoros. 

Tous.     Par  Matamoros  ! . . 

Anroie.     Oil  est  in 

Puquita.  Le  voici.  (Entre  Pedro  en  €Uganl  uniforme.  II 
fait  le  salul  militaire.) 

SCENE  X. 
Les  Mimes,  Pedro. 


Let's  twist  and  turn,  and  twirl. 
Away  to  the  dance  ! 
To  take  our  chance, 
In  a  very  promiscuous  whirl. 
(  Tlie  whole  wedding  party  dances  off  the  stage. ) 

SCENE    IX. 
Girofle,  then  Bolero  and  Aubore,  aflencards  Paqoita. 

Girofle,  (coming  out  of  the  closet. )  Nobody  here  I  They 
have  all  gone  !  So  much  the  better  ;  I II  risk  it.  I  should 
like  to  know  what  has  been  yoinf;  on,  lor  this  beins  shut  up 
is  horribly  anncjyinj^  ;  I  seem  to  be  the  only  ijcrson  who  has 
nothins:  to  do  with  my  own  wedding — I  mif;lu,  indeed,  say 
my  weddin<;s — Ah,  there  is  Papa  ;  he  will  tell  me. 

Bolero,  (out  of  breath,  enters  back  of  stage  )  At  last  I  have 
succeeded  in  getting  rid  of  Marasquin.  I  left  bini  duly  in- 
stalled at  the  sideboard. 

Girofle,  (approaching  him.)     Papa! 

Bolero,  (falling  into  a  chair  and  fanning  himself,  his  legs 
still  dancing.)     Leave  me  alone.     I  am  quite  danced  out. 

Aurore,  (returning  same  style  us  Bolero.)  Ouf!  I  have  got 
rid  of  Mourzouk  ;  what  a  dancer  that  Moor  is  !  I  left  him 
drinking  wine. 

Girofle.     Mamma ! 

Aurore,  (sitting  down.)  Leave  me — I  am  used  up  !  (to  Bo- 
lero.     Let  us  have  a  few  minutes  rest. 

Bolero,  (rising,  still  nervous  about  the  legs. )  Yes,  I  have 
been  double  loading  his  glass,  and  I  hope  that  by  his  taking 
enough — 

Paquita,  (running  in  from  hack  of  stage.) 
Madame !  Groat  news  !  Pedro  has  come  back 
he  has  escaped  from  the  pirates. 

All.     Pedro ! 

Paguita.     Yes,  with  a  magnificent  uniform, 
a  sailor.     He  is  sent  by  Admiral  Matamoros. 

AIL     By  Matamoros  ? 

Aurore.     Where  is  he  ? 

Paquita.  Here  he  is.  (Enter  Pedro  in  elegant  uniform. 
lie  gives  military  salute.) 

SCENE    X. 
The  Saine,  Pedro. 


Godfather — 
It  appears 

Dressed  as 


MATAMOROS  GRANDE  C^P/r^/iVT^.— MATAMOKOS,  VALIANT  CAPTAIN. 

AUcqro  modo.  Pedro. 


Ma  -  ta  -  mo  -  ros  grande  ca  -  pi  -  tai 
Ma  -  ta  -  mo  •  ros,   tht     valiant       cap   - 


ne,  Bien  -  tot    va  vous  ti-rer  de       pei 
tain  Sails  forth  to  rescuefrom  their  liands 
GIROFLE. 

s — S-a i-i — _.. — f-  • :^^ 


Grace      a       ce  vail-lant     a  -   mi  -  ral        Vos     af-fai   -    res    ne  vont  pas  mal        Grace  ii      cevail-laiit   a  -  mi- 
Our     Gi-ro-fla,    the    sto  •  len  bride.      And  chastise        the        cor  •  sair  bands.    All  hail    thevahant    ad  -  mi- 

BoL  .  'T"" 

S    _    .    _ S N-  "  "  '       " 


— 0-.i — N; — K Si — N— 

z — ^z:z?J__v — ^—^ #— t- 


nil,    DOS  af  -  fai-res      ne  vont  pas- mal  AhSmon  bon-heur  est  sans  4     gal   Toutva    rentrer  dans  sou       e  -  tat  nor 
ral :  all  hail  the  valiant    ad  •  mi  -  ral.  Good  fortune  dawns  up-on     the  hour.  Gone  are  the  clouds  that  be  •  gan  to    oh- 


mal 
scure 


Ma  -  ta  -  mo  -  ros  grand  ca  -  pi  -  tai     -      -     ne,  bien    t5t    va  nous  ti  -  rer    de  -  pei     -    - 
Ma- ta  •  mo  •  ros,    the    gal-lant     a<i    •    mi  -  ra^,  sails,  sails,  to  res  -  cue    from  their    hands 


GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


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ce  vail  -  lant    a  - 
ro  -fla,  our  Oe  - 


■rJaz 


•    ral        d,       ce  vail-lant     a  -  mi 
-    jla.    Thanks  for  aid  when  most  at 


mal  (jrace  ^  ce  vaillant  a  -  mi  -  ral  Noa   af  -  fai-res  no  vont  pas-mal  Griice  a    ce   vail-lant  a  -  miral. 
Tiow  succeed, Oh  valiant  ad  -  mi  •  ral.  Ah  :  valiant  ad-mi  •  ral  Who  sails  to  res -cue,  res  •  cue  Oi  -  ro-Jlat 


Girojle.         iMais  Pedro,  parle  vite, 

Comment  cs-tu  vcnu  ? 
Aurore  et  Bolero.     Oui,  fais-nous  toute  de  suite, 
Fais  nous  par  le  menu, 
Ce  recit  attcnclu. 
Tous.  Cher  Pc'dro,  parle  vite, 

Comment  es-tii  venu  ? 
I. 
Pedro.      Aussltot  qu'ils  nous  enleverent, 
Les  pirates  sur  leur  vaisseau, 
Malgre  nos  oris  nous  emmenerent, 
Et  levcrent  I'anfre  illico.    ■ 
Tous,  Horrible  dramc ! 

Ah !  c'cst  afFreux! 
Et  sur  mon  ame 
Je  le  proclame, 
Tous  ces  pirates  sont  des  gueux  ! 
Pedro.      Vous  devcz  aise'ment  comprcndre 
Combicn  ce  a  nous  atiristait. 
Girofla  plcurait  k  coeur  fcndre, 
Songeant  au  sort  qui  I'attendait ! 
Gimfle.  E  le  j)Icurait ! 

Paqnita.  Elle  plcurait ! 

Anrore  et  Bolero.    Ello  plcurait ! 
Ensemble.  Elic  plcurait! 

Songeant  au  sort  qui  I'attendait  I 

(//  s'arr Stent  d€sol^s.) 
II. 
Pedro.      Mais,  soudain  sur  la  mer  immense 
II  me  semble  voir,  au  lointain, 
Un  grand  navircqui  s'avance, 
Et  qui,  vers  nous,  marche  grand  train  ! 
Tons.  Douce  esperance ! 

Je  me  r.cns  niieux! 
Ccci,  je  pcnsc, 
Ah  !  quelle  chance  ! 
Est  pour  nous  d'un  presage  heureux  ! 
Pedro.      Alors,  jc  me  jetic  a  la  nage, 
Et  je  disparais  piomptemcnt, 
Tout  en  nageant,  avcc  courage, 
Vers  le  vai  seau  me  dirigcant. 
Girojle,  Tout  en  nageant. 

Paqnita.  Tout  en  nageant. 

Aurore  et  Bolero.     Tout  en  nageant. 
Ensemble.  ,       Tout  en  nageant 

Vers  le  vaisseau  s   „„  [  dirigeant. 

(lis  s'arretant fatigues.) 
Pedro.  En  arrivant,  6  joie  e.Ntreme 

Je  rcconnus. . 
Bolero,  N'cn  dis  pas  plus! 

Tu  rcconnus  1 
To\is.  Matamoros '. . 

Prdro.  Lui-memc! 

Reprise  de  I'ensemb/e.    Mntanioros,  grand  capitaine,  eta 
Aurore,  a  Pedro.     Alois,  les  pirates? 
Pedro.     A  I'heure  qu'il  est,  Matamoros  les  a  rejoints,  et 
Icur  bnrrc  le  passage.     Lors(pie  vous  entendrci  le  canon, 
c'cst  que  la  bataiUo  sera  enirau'e'o. . 

Aurore,  arvc  joie.     C'est-a-dire  gagnee. . 
Bolero.    Parbleu ! 


All. 


Pedro. 


Girojle. 
Paquita. 


Girojle.         But  Pedro,  speak  quickly ; 

How  did  you  come  ? 
Aurore  and  Bolero.     Yes,  tell  us  at  once. 
From  beginning  to  end, 
Your  story  we  await. 
All.  Dear  Pedro,  tell  quickly. 

How  did  you  come  ? 
I. 
Pedro.         As  soon  as  we  were  captured. 
The  pirates  to  their  ship, 
In  spite  of  our  cries  did  drag  us, 
And  proceeded  the  anchor  to  trip. 
Horrible  drama, 
Frightful  plight. 
We  swear,  we  swear. 
These  pirates  are 
Terrible  wretches  every  one. 
As  you  will  readily  undestand. 
Our  affliction  we  need  not  state: 
Girofla  wept  fit  her  heart  to  break. 
When  she  thought  of  her  coming  fate. 
She  wept. 
She  wept. 
Aurore  and  Bolero.  She  wept. 
Ensemble,  She  wept 

When  she  thought  of  her  coming  fate. 

(They  stop  broken  hear tedly,) 
II. 
Pedro,  But  sudden  across  the  vast  expanse 

I  thought  I  detected  afar 
A  vessel  that  toward  us  seemed  to  advance, 
With  canvas  pulling  every  spar. 
SwcL't  hope  I 

We  feel  like  escape ! 
We  think  we  see 
A  chance  for  he. 
To  get  out  of  this  terrible  scrape. 
Then  I  threw  myself  into  the  wave. 

And  ))romptly  I  disappeared, 
Swimming  my  best  and  growing  brave 
As  the  distant  vessel  I  slowly  neared. 
Swimming ! 
Swimming ! 
Aurore  and  Bolero  Swimming  ! 

Together,     Swimming  my  (our)  best  and  growing  brave 
As  the  distant  vessel  I  (wr)  slowly  neared. 
( They  stop  Jul igued. ) 

Pedro,  Upon  arrivinsr,  to  my  extreme  jo/ 

I  recognized — 

Bolero.         Say  no  more, 

You  recognized — 

All.  Matamoros ! 

Pedro.  Himself! 

Pefrain.       Our  great  captain,  Matamoros,  etc. 

Aurore,  (to  Pedro.)     But  the  Pirates  ' 

Pedro.  By  this  time  Matamoros  must  have  overtaken 
them  and  bars  the  way.  When  you  hear  the  sound  of  can- 
non, you  will  know  the  battle  has  commenced. 

Aurore^  {Joi/JiIJi/.)     That  is  to  say  won. 

Bolero.     Zounds ! 


All. 


Pedro. 


Girojle. 
Paquita. 


e^Q  GIROFLEGIROFLA. 

Pedro.    Avant  une  heure,  votre  fille  sera  dans  vos  bras 


Aurore,  finite.     Avant  une  heure. . . B  olero  ! . . 

Bolero,  essoi/ant  une.  larnie.  Aurora] ..  {Embrasstint  Au- 
rore et  Girojii.  Ah  !  rau  femme !  raon  enfant  erabrassons- 
nous. 

Paqnila.     Pedro ! 

Pedro.     Paquita  ! . .  ( TJs  s'emhrasstnt  aussi. ) 

Bolero,  teti'int  ton  jours  Aurore  et  Girofl€  dans  ses  bras.  Ta- 
bleau !   ([Is  se  se'p/irent.)     Ah  !  ^a  fait  Qu  bien,  la  joie  !. . 

Aurore.  Enfin  !  nous  voilasauves.  .Mais  pourquoi  n'a- 
t-il  pas  dfy\  attaque'  ? 

Pedro.  II  attend  encore  quelque  chose.  C'est  meme  en 
grandc  panic  pour  cola  qu'il  m'a  envoye  ici. 

Bolero.     Quoi  done  ? 

Pedro.  Voici  ce  que  c'est  vous  lui  avez  proinis  une  prime 
de  dix  mille  piastres  s'il  vous  ramenc  votre  tille. 

Bolero.  Oh  !  pour  ce  qui  est  de  la  lui  promettre,  nous  la 
lui  promcttons  toujours. . 

Pedro.  C'est  qu'il  ne  I'entend  pas  tout  k  fait  comtne  9a 
.  .11  pre't'erc  la  toucher  tout  de  suite. 

Bolero.     Comment,  avant  1 

Pedro.    II  dit  que  c'est  plus  s&r. 

Tons.     Oh ! 

Pedro.  II  m'a  charge'  de  venir  chercher  les  fonds,  et  ne 
commcncera  rien  avant  de  les  avoir  re9a3.  (//  remoiUe  avec 
Paqutt'i.) 

Aurore,  passant.     Nous  sommes  pince's  ! . . II  faut  payer. . . 

Bolero.     Sapristi ! .  Dix  mille  piastre's  ! . .  C'est  corse' ! . . 

Aurore.  Oui,  raais  nous  ne  pouvons  pas  faire  autrcmont. 
Et  puis,  voulez-vous  que  je  vous  disc  ?  9a  prouve  que  Mat- 
amoroscst  un  nialin..Et  9a  doit  doubler  notre  confiance 

en  lui.  „  , 

Bolero.  Tu  as  raison,..(A  Pedro.)  Viens  avec  nous, 
nous  alions  te  donner  la  sorame. 

Aurore  a  Girojle.     Quant  a  toi,  ne  bouge  pas  d'ici. 

Bolero.    Et  surtout  ne  t'aventure  pas  dans  le  bal. 

Girofle.     Oh  !  par  example  ! . . 

Aurore.  Jusqu'a  ce  que  nous  ayons  entendu  le  canon,  il 
faut  etre  tre.-^prudents. . 

Girofle.     Mais.. 

Aurore.     Pas  un  mot  de  plus  ! .  .Et  nous,  en  route  ! 

Bolero.  Passons  a  la  caisse  !  (Musique.  Aurore  et  Bolero 
aortent  suivis  de  Pedro  et  de  Paquita.) 

SCENE  XI. 
Girojle,  seule.  Comme  c'est  amusant  do  rester  seule  ici 
quand  toute  le  momle  est  \\\.-\Yis. .  .(Ri^rjardmt  au  fond.) 
S'en  donnent  ils,  mon  Dicu!..Ils  tournent.  ils  sautent!.. 
II  v  en  a  deux  surtout !..  Ah !  mais  L.ce  sont  mes  deux 
mari^i.  .[Riant.)  Us  danscnt  ensemble.  .On  voit  bien  qu'on 
a  double'  les  rafralchissemcnts.  .('/?efc/ia'i<  en  scene.)  Allons. 
tous  ces  gens-la  n'ont  guere  envie  do  songer  a  moi  pour  le 
moment,"et,  ma  foi,  comme  je  n'ai  pas  dine,  jc  vais.  .(^//om/ 
aun  buffet.)  Voila  justcmcnt  du  pate,  de  la  volaille  et  une 
bouteiilc  de  porto  a  peine  entame'e. .  (^//«  se  verse  et  boit.) 
II  est  bon.  Ic  porto  k  papa.  .A  table,  .et  re'parons  le  temp 
perdu.  .(EUe  s'installe  a  une  petite  table  et  se  met  it  manger.) 

SCENE  XII. 

Girofle,  Les  Petits  Cousins. 

( Musique  de  scene.  Les  petits  cousins  paraissent  aufond  avec 
precaution.) 

Fernand.     Chut ! 

Tous.     Chut! 

Fernand,  bax  ant  antre.s.  Qu'est-ce  que  nous  disions  tout 
\  I'heure^  qu'il  faudrait  trouver  une  bonne  far  e  pour  bien 
fairo  rirc  tout  la  monde. 

Tous.     Oui  !  oui ! 

Fernand.    J'ai  n  tre  affaire. 

Tous.     Ah  ! 

Fernand.    Nous  allons  griscr  les  mari^s ! 


Pedro.  Within  an  hour  your  daughter  will  be  in  your 
arms. 

Aurore,  (affected.)     Within  an  hour — Bolero. 

Bolero,  (brushing  a.vay  a  tear.)  Aurore  !  {embracing  Aurore 
and  Girojle.)  Ah,  my  wite !  my  daughter!  let  us  em- 
brace. 

Paquita.     Pedro ! 

Pedro.     Paquita  I   (they  embrace  also.) 

Bolero,  (still  holding  Aurore  and  Girojle  in  his  arms.)  Ta- 
bleau !     (They  separate.)     Oh!  isn't  tiiis  jolly. 

Aurore.  At  last,  v/e  are  saved.  But  why  has  he  not  at- 
tacked them  already  1 

Pedro.  He  still  awaits  something.  It  is  principally  on 
account  of  that,  that  sent  me  here. 

Bolero.     What  is  it  1 

Pedro.  It  is  this,  you  promised  him  a  reward  often  thou- 
sand piastres  if  he  brought  back  your  daughter. 

Bolero.  Oil,  as  far  as  promising  goes  we  will  keep  on 
promising — 

Pedro.  He  don't  understand  it  exactly  in  that  way.  He 
wants  it  right  off. 

Bolero.     What,  in  advance  ? 

Pedro.     He  says  that's  the  surest  way. 

Ail.     Oh ! 

Pedro.  He  told  me  to  come  after  the  money,  and  that  he 
would  commence  nothing  till  he  got  it.  (He  walks  up  the 
stage  with  Paquita. 

Aurore.     He  has  us  there,  we  must  pay. 

Bolero.     Sapristi !    Ten  thousand  piastres,  that's  rough. 

Aurore.  Yes,  but  then  we  can't  do  otherwise  ;  and  be- 
sides let  me  tell  you  one  thing,  this  shows  that  Matamoros 
is  a  clever  fellow,  and  that  ought  to  double  our  confidence 
in  him. 

Bolero.  You  are  right,  (To  Pedro.)  Come  with  us,  we 
will  give  you  the  muney, 

Aurore'  (to  Girojle.)  As  for  you,  don't  you  move  a  sin- 
gle step. 

Bolero.     And  by  all  means  don't  go  into  the  ball-room. 

Girofle.     Oh,  why  not  i 

Aurore.  Until  we  hear  the  cannon  we  must  be  very  care- 
ful. 

Girojle.     But— 

Aurore.     Not  another  word.     Let  us  go. 

Bolero.  Let  us  20  to  the  money  safe.  (Music.  Aurore 
and  Bolero  go  out  followed  by  Pedro  and  Paquita. 

SCENE    XI. 

Girojle,  (alone.)  This  is  amusing,  to  have  to  sit  here 
while  everybody  else  is  back  there,  (looking  back.)  What 
fun  they  are  having  I  They  turn  an<i  'ump.  There  are 
two  for  "instance;  ah!  wiiy,  those  arc  my  two  husbands 
(lauqhing.)  They  are  dancing  together;  one  easily  sees 
that  there  is  a  liberal  allowance  of  drinkables.  (Coining 
down.)  Well,  as  all  tiiose  peojile  have  not  thousht  about 
me  for  a  moment,  and  as,  besides,  I  have  not  dined,  I  am 
going  to — (going  to  a  sid> board.)  Here  is  a  pie,  some  fowl, 
and  a  bottle  of  port,  hardly  touched.  (She  pours  some  out 
and  drinks.)  Papa's  port  is  good  ;  I'll  sit  down  and  make 
up  for  lost  time.     (She  sits  down  at  a  little  table  and  eats.) 

SCENE  XIL 

Girofle,  her  Cousins. 

(Music  ;  the  Cousins  appear  at  back  of  stage  cautiously. 

Fernand.     Hush ! 

All.     Hush ! 

Fernand,  sofllij,  to  the  others.)  What  did  I  tell  you  just 
now  ?  We  must  invent  some  good  joke  to  make  everybody 
laush. 

All.     Yes  !  yes ! 

Fernand.     I  know  what  to  do. 

Aa.     Ah ! 

Fernand.     We  will  get  the  brides  drunk ! 


GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


Girojle. 
Fernand. 


Girofle. 
Tous. 


Tons.     Bravo  ! 

Fernand.  En  voici  line . .  Attention  !..(//»  s'approckent  tout 
doucement  et  entourent  Girojle.) 

MORCEAU   d'bNSEMBLB. 

F&-nand.      Bon  appe'tit,  belle  cousine. 
Girofle,  se  levant. 

Mes  cousins  ! . . 
Fernand,  la  retenant.      Ne  vous  derangez  pas. 
De  nous  voir  etes-votis  chagrinel 
Terrainez  done  votre  repas. 
Mais  si  papa  savait. . 
Ma  cousine, 
Mangez  done ! 
Buvez  done  ! 
Mais  si  mainan  voyait. . 
Ma  cousine, 
Buvez  done ! 
Mangez  done ! 
Girojle,  descendant. 

Ah  !  que  e'est  bon 
Ah  !  que  c'est  bon  ! 
De  manger  et  de  boire 
Aupres  de  ses  petits  cousins. 
Fernnnd  has  aux  aiitres. 

Achcvons  la  vietoire, 
Et  sojons  tres-malins. 
Qu'on  allunie  le  punch  ! 
Du  punch ! 
Cela  termine 
Le  mieux  du  monde  un  bon  repas. 
Non  !  non  !  jc  ne   veux  pas  ! 
II  le  faut,  ma  cousine, 
Vous  croyez,  mes  cousins  ? 
II  le  faut,  ma  cousine. 

( On  a  apport€  le  punch. ) 
Eh  hien  ? 
Eh  bien "» 
Eh  bien,  j'allnme ! 
Le  theatre  est  €clair^par  une  lueu,  bleue, ) 


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( Haut.) 
Girojle. 
Fernand. 

Girofle. 
Tous. 
Girofle. 
lous. 


Girofle,  se  decidant. 
Fernand. 
Girojle. 
( EUe  allume  le  punch. 


All.     Bravo ! 

Fernand.     Here's  one  of  them— look  out !  ( They  approach 
quietly  and  surround  Girojle.) 

CONCERTEU     PIECE. 

Fi^rnnnd.  Wish  you  a  ijood  appetite,  my  beautiful  cousin. 
Girojle,  (rising.)         My  cousins  ! 

Fernand,  (holding  her. )    Do  not  move  !    Don't  let  us  dis- 
turb you.     Finish  your  repast. 

Girojle.     But  if  papa  knew — 
Fernand.  My  cousin. 

Eat  and  drink. 

Girojle.    But  if  mamma  should  see — 
All.  Cousin,  freely 

Eat  and  drink. 

Girojle,  (stepping  back.)     Ah,  how  nice  it  is, 
Ah,  how  nice  it  is, 
To  eat  and  drink 
With  one's  cousins. 

Fernand,  (soJlly,to  the.  rest.)     Let  us  be  smart,  and  com- 
plete the  victory.     (Aloud.)  Let  the  punch  be  set  a-blazing. 


Girojle. 
Fernand. 
ner  with. 
Girojle. 


The  punch  ! 
The  best  thins 


in  the  world  to  finish  your  din- 


CHANSON  A  BOIRE. 

LE  PUNCH  SCINTILLE  EN  REFLETS  BLEUS. 

Allegro  animato.  Brindisi. 


No,  no  !   I  don't  want  any ! 
AH.     Cousin,  you  must ! 
Girofle.     Do  you  think  so,  cousins  ? 
All.     Cousin,  you  must! 

( The  punch  has  been  brought. 
Girojle,  (making  up  her  mind.)     Ah,  well  1 
Fernand.     Well  ? 

Girojle.     Well,  I  will  light  it.     (She  lights  the  punch,  blue 
light.) 

DRINKING  SONG. 

-SEE  HOW  IT  GLISTENS  BRIGHT  IN  THE  SUN. 
Girofle. 


±: 


Le  punch  scin-til  -  le     en     re  -  flets  bleus, 
See    how    it    glis  -  tens  bright  in    the     sun. 


^^. 


Sa    flam  -  me 
Wine   of    the 


bril 
tro- 


le        Moins  que  nos    yeux  J 
pics  ;  New  from  the  vine. 


Le  punch  scin  -  til  -  le 
Be     who  now    lis  -  tens 


V-L 


en     re  -  flets   bleus,   Sa  flem  -  me   bril 
hears  one    by      one,  Thy  waves,  O  riv  - 

-9-'       ^#- 


-  le  Moins  que  nos  yeux  \        Sa    flamme. 
er,     the  south-em  Rhine,   Glide  past  the 


bril  -  le  moins  que  noa 
vineyards,   in     sil  •  ver 


yeux. 
song- 


%- 


'^•- 


Daus  les 
Wine   of 


cou  -  pes  -  ^  -  tin  - 
Spain  tn     the  Moor 

-^—TS—ii- * s 


ce- 

■ish 


Ian 
gar 


tes 
dens. 


Fu  -  me 
Sipped  by 


la     di 
swarthy 


vi  -    ne        li 
and  bright -eyed 


queur 
maids 


Et    de 
Fresh-ly 


ses    ger  -  bes    on 
drawn  from,  the  pur 


doy 
pie 


iEE! 


•^•- 


■TT^ 


an 
clua 


-    tes —    Sort  un  ne    bien    &  -  tre       va    -    peur 
ters.         On     the  grace  ■  Jul    col    -    on    -    odes 


V— ^ 


^m 


A -lore    dou-ce-ment    on    s'en    i     -     vre  On 
WfuU  deli-cate    and  rich —        a  •  ro    '    ma !  What 


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veut  par  -  tir 
CO   -   /or    as 


Oil    teste  en -cor-..  • 
CM      -      bj/  bright. 


On    est  beureiix,   on  se    sent    vi     -      vre    Et    I'a,  me  s'ouvre  aux  souges 
A$  new  drawn  all  fresh  fromthefoun  ■  tains  That  shine  in  the  suns     golden 


Le  punch  scin-til 
Grapes  of     tlte    E 


-  le    En      re  -  flats  bljua, 
bra  !  Wine  of    the  South  ! 

-« 


Sa  flam  -  me 
Qvk^ff  of 


bril  -  le   Moinsque  nosyeux!      Le  punch  scin- 
the  new  wine !  Fountain  of  youth  /   dd  wine  for 


cv3::p=t: 


*   Ti^"  ]] 


til  -  le  En   re-flcts  bleus,  Sa  flain-me  bril  le  Moins  que  nos  yeux!  Sa  flimme  brille  Moins  que  uos  yeux! 
do-tards.  Failing  ando'd,  The  new  winejli  ninj  with  rei  and  go'd,  Age  we  will  drin'c  it  with  heart  and  cheer  I 


Gircjle.        r)eJ£i  la  flamme  cnchanteresse, 
Pe'netre  dans  nos  sens  ravis  ; 
Par  une  amiable  et  douce  ivresse, 
Deja  nos  cociirs  sont  envahis  ; 
A  ses  channes  qu'on  s'abundonne, 
Elle  nous  proml  notre  raison  ; 
Mais,  en  echani^c,  elle  nous  donne 
L'anionr,  le  lire  et  la  chanson. 
Tons  Le  punch  scintiUc.  etc. 

Fernavd,  has.     Qa  y  est ! . .  Elle  est  lancee  ! . . 
Giroflc.  tlourdie.     C'est  curieux  !     Vous   ne  tronvez  pas 
qu'il  fait  un  pcu  chaud  ici.  .Je  vais  euvrir  la  fenetre.     (Elk 
va  a  Uifeiielre  et  I'onvre.) 

Fernaud,  has.  Maintenant,  autre  chose. .( /7ai(;. )  Si  vous 
voulez,  nous  allons  or^'aniser  lahaut  une  saiucrie  en  petit 
comite'. 

2o«s.     Oui !   oui! 

Giiqfle,  rcvenant.  Une  sauterie  en  petit  comite'.  .On  s'a- 
musera  ! 

Fernand,  has.  Comme  cela,  on  ne  la  trouveia  plus  au 
moment  capital . . 

Gasman.,  de  mime.  La  farce  sera  complete.  (Haut.)  En 
route ! 

Girojlc.  Et  maman  qui  m'avait  dit.  .Bah  !  en  route  ! . . 
(Elle  pretid  de  hras  de  Fernand.) 

FeriKind.     Enlevcc  la  mariee!. , 
(Deux  rfes  pftits  cousins  €lci(jncnt  les  lumieres.     lis  sortent   tons 
par  le  droite.     Musique  de  scene.) 

SCENE   XIIL 
AuROKB  et  Bolero. 

Aurore,  rrvenant  par  la  gauche  avec  Bol€ro.  Enfin  !.  .Pe- 
dro est  parti  avec  les  dix  mille  piastres. 

Bolero  Bientot  nous  entendrons  le  canon... Je  respire 
mieux. 

Aiirorc,  avec  €tonnemmt.     Comment !  tout  est  eteint  ici  ! 

Bolero,  imjnlit.     Mais.  oui. . 

Aurore.     Qn  cst-ce  que  ^a  veut  dire  1  (Appdant.)  Girofle  ! 

Bolero,  de  meme. .  .  Girofle  ! . . 

Anroie.     Pas  de  re'ponsc  ! 

Bolero.     Oh ! 

Aurore.     Vite !  Bolc'ro,  de  la  lumiere!. . 

Bolero.    Je  cours  en  chercher.     (1/ sort  comme  unfou.) 

Awore.  Mon  Dicu  !  j'ai  peur  1  (Appelant  oicorc.)  Gi- 
rofle ! . . 


Girofle.    Let  us  sing  then  a  plorious  anthem, 
As  our  senses  arc  thrilled  witli  its  joy 
In  praise  of  the  vine,  bri;.'ht  beautiful  wine, 

Life's  rapture  without  an  alloy  ; 
Thus  we  {;ive  up  our  souls  to  the  charmer 

While  he  pilfers  our  senses  quite, 
But  feel  no  concern,  for  we  know  in  return, 
He  brinjis  laiirrhter,  love,  song  and  delight! 
All.  Tills  flaming  bowl,  etc. 

Fernand.   (loiv.)     That's  it  !     She  is  started  now. 
Girofle.     (Tipsy.)     This  is  curious.     Docs'nt  it  seem  to 
you  very  warm  here?     I'm  going  to  open  a  window.     (She 
goes  to  (he  window  and  opens  it.) 

Fernand.  (So/'/Zy  )  Now  another  thing.  (Ahud.)  If  you 
like  we  will  go  up  stairs  and  have  a  little  impromptu 
dance. 

All.     Yes,  indeed  ! 

Girofli',  (coming  hack.  A  littleiimpromptu  dance.  That 
would  be  amusing ! 

Fernaitd,  (aside.)  In  this  way  we  will  prevent  their  find- 
ing her  at  the  critical  moment. 

Gusmnn,  (same.)  This  will  make  the  joke  complete — 
(Aloud)     Let  us  go. 

Girofle.  And  mamma  who  cautioned  me —  Bah  !  let  us 
go  !  (She  takes  Fernand' s  arm, ) 

Fernand.  We've  carried  oflf  the  bride.  (T^oo  of  the  cousins 
put  out  the  lights.     They  all  go  off"  right.     Music.) 

SCENE  XIII. 
Adrore  and  Bolero. 

Aurore,  (entering,  left,  u-ith  Bolero.  Well,  Pedro  has  depart- 
ed with  the  ten  thousand  piastres. 

Bolero.  We  shall  soon  hear  the  cannon.  I  breathe  more 
freely. 

Aurore.,  (astonished.)     What !  the  lights  all  out  here  1 

Bolero,  {disturbed  )     Why,  yes — 

Aurore.     What  can  it  mean?  (calling,)  Girofle! 

Bolero,  (same.)     Girofle! 

Aurore.     No  answer. 

Bolero.     Oh ! 

Aurore.     Quick,  Bolero,  fetch  a  licht. 

Bolei-o.     I'll  go  and  look  for  one.  (He goes  distorted.) 

Aurore.  Heavens!  how  frightened  I  am  !  (caUng  again.) 
Girofle ! 


GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


3] 


Bolero,  revmnnt  avec  fie  la  liimrkre.     Eh  bicn  ? 

Anrorn,  rrrjardant  dans  le  cabinet..     Elle  n'cst  pas  Ih  ! 

Bolero,  jc  sens  sueur  froide  !  (//  court  a  droke  et  appelle.) 
Gii-ofld!..llien!.. 

Aiirore,  aprrcevant  la  fetiefre  ouverte.  Ah  !  la  fenStre  onver 
e  !.  .Ceite  obsemiie  !.  .Bolero!  on  nous  a  pris  notre  autre 
fille!.. 

Bolero.     Grand  Dicu  !  encore  une  I 

Aurore.  Mais,  oui !  ces  coupes !.  .ce  punch  encore  brO- 
lant. .  .Lcs  miserablcs  !  il3  out  fait  une  orgie  avant  de  a'en 
aller  ! . . 

Bolero.     Qni "? 

Anrore.     Qui  ?. .  Vous  le  demandez  !.  .Les  pirates  ! 

Bolero.  Lcs  pirates  ! . .  mais  c'est  done  une  nianie  !  Non  ! 
ce  n'cst  pas  possible  !.  .Puisqu'ils  sont  cernes  par  Matamo- 
ros.. . 

Aitrore.     Eh  !  il  n'y  a  pas  que  ccuxlk! 

Bolero.  C'cst  vrai . .  le  pays  en  est  plein . .  Girofld  aura  et(5 
enlcvc'c  par  une  concurrence — 

Aurore.     Nous  n'avons  plus  de  fiUe  du  tout !. . 

Bolero,  avec  de'-iespoir.     Oil ! 

Aurore.     Au  moment  ou  tout  semblait  fin! ! 

Bolero.  Dire  que  ce  ma  in  j'c'tais  le  perc  de  deux  filles ! . . 
Et  maintenant,  jc  ne  suis  plus  le  perc  de  rien  du  tout. 

Aurore.  Et  I'lieure  fatale  approche.  .Minuit  va  Sonner. . 
{On  entend  sonner  minuit.) 

Bolero.     A  h  ! 

Aurore.     Qa  y  est !. . 

Bolero.     Et  les  void  tons  ! .  .lis  sont  corapl^temcnt  gris  ! 

SCENE    XIV. 

Les  Meines,  La  Noce,  Marasqcin,  Mo0RZOUK,  puis 

Paqu^ta. 

(Tons  les  invite's  arrivent  tenant  des  verves  et  des  houteilles. — Us 

sont  dans  uu  e'tat  d'^)ri€l€  assez  marqu^.) 

FINAL. 

Chanr.  Ah  qu'il  est  bon, 

Qu'il  est  done  bon, 
Le  vin  que  Ton 
Boit  dans  votre  maison  ; 
Vive  ce  vin, 
Ce  vin  divin, 
Brcuvajxe  fin 
Qui  nous  met  nous  en  train  ! 
(Entrent  Mara^quin  et  Mourzouk  appuy€s  Vnn  sur  I'autre.) 
Marasquin,  Mourzouk  et  Le  ChfEur. 

Ah  !  qu'il  est  bon, 
Qu'il  est  done  bon, 
Le  vin  que  Ton 
Boit  dans  votre  maison  ! 
Marasquin.  Vous  savcz.  beau-pere, 

Ce  dont  il  s'ajrit ! 
L'heure  dn  mystere 
Ici  rctcntit, 
Et  voici  minuit ; 
Mourzouk.  Vous  savez,  beau-p^re,  eta 

Tons.  Minuit ! 

Aurore  et  Bolero.    Helas  !  minuit ! 
'  Reprise.  Ah  !  quil  est  bon,  etc. 

(Eclats  de  rire  dans  la  coulisse.) 
Tons.  Qu'est-ce  que  cela  ? 

Qu'y  a-t-il  par  la  1 
Paquita,  accourant  par  la  droite,  a  Aurore. 

Ah  !  madame ! 
Aurore.  Paquita ! 

Paquita.  Si  vous  saviez  ? 

Aurore.  Quoi  ? 

Paquita.  La  Voilk  ! 

Aurore.  Qui  9a  ? 

Bolero.  Qui  (,"a  ? 

Paquita.  Girofle' !  Mais  dans  (jnel  ^tat ! 

Aurore  et  Bolero.  Girofle !.  .C'est  toujours  cela  ! 


Bolei'o,  (returninfj  with  light. )     Well ! 

Anrore,  [lookinq  in  closet. )     She  is  not  here  ! 

Bolero.  I'm  in  a  cold  sweat,  (he goes  right  and  call.f.)  Gi 
rofle !  Nobody  there. 

Aurore,  (perrriving  the  open  windoio.)  Ah  I  the  window  ii 
open.  This  darkness.  Bolero,  they  have  carried  off  oui 
other  dan<:htcr. 

Bolero.     Good  Lord  !     Another  one  ? 

Aurore.  Why,  yes  ;  these  cups,  this  punch  still  blazing, 
The  wretches !  they  had  a  revel  before  going. 

Bolero.     Who  ? 

Anrore.     Who  ?  How  can  you  ask  ?     The  pirates  ! 

Bolero.  The  pirates!  But  this  is,  then,  a  mania  with 
them.  No  I  it  isn't  possible,  for  they  are  cornered  by  Mata^ 
moros. 

Aurore.     Eh  !  and  are  there  no  others  ? 

Bolero.  True;  the  country  is  full  of  them.  Girofle  must 
have  been  carried  off  by  conspiracy. 

Aurore,     We  have  no  lon.^er  any  daughter. 

Bolero,  (in  despair.)     Oh! 

Aurore.     At  the  very  moment  when  all  seemed  over  ! 

Bo'ero.  Think  of  ir,  this  morninj;  I  was  the  father  of  two 
dauirhters  ;  and  now  I  am  no  loni;:er  the  father  of  anything. 

Aurore.  The  fatal  hour  approaches.  It  is  on  the  stroke 
of  midnight !  ( Clock  strikes  twelve.) 

Bolero.     Ah  ! 

Auroie,     There  it  is. 

Bolero.     And  look  at  them  all ;  they  are  thoroughly  tipsy. 

SCENE     XIV. 

The  Same.     The  Widding   Parti/ ;    Marasquin,  Moub- 

zoDK,  afterwards  Paquita. 

(All  the  guests  enter,  carn/ing  glasses  and  bottles.     They  are 

evidently  intoxicated. 

FINALE. 

Chorus.  Ah,  isn't  it  jolly, 

Isn't  it  good, 
To  drink  this  wine. 
From  out  your  cellar. 
Long  live  wine. 
Drink  divine, 
Beverage  fine, 
Making  each  one  a  much  better  "  feller." 
(Enter  Marasquin  and  Mourzouk,  leaning  on  each  other.) 
Marasquin,  Mourzouk,  and  Chorus. 
Ah,  isn't  it  jolly. 
Isn't  it  good. 
To  drink  this  wine, 
From  out  of  your  cellar,  etc. 
Marasquin.  Now,  f\ither-inlaw, 

You  know  full  well 
The  mysterious  hour ! 
Here  rosoundiu":, 
Midnight's  sounding  ! 
Mourzouk.  Now,  father-in-law,  etc. 

All.     Midniffht ! 

Aurore  and  Bolero.     Alas,  midnight ! 
Refrain.     Ah,  isn't  it  jolly,  etc. 

(Shouts  of  laughter  icithout.) 
All.     What  is  that  ?     Who  is  there? 

Paquita,  (entering  quickly,  right,  to  Aurore.)  Ah  !  Mad- 
ame ! 

Aurore.     Paquita ! 

Paquila.     If  you  knew  ! 

Aurore.     What  ? 

Paquila.     There  she  is  ! 

Aurore.     Who  is  there'? 

Bolero.     Who  is  there? 

Paquila,     Girofle  !     But  in  such  a  condition ! 

Aurore  and  Bolero.     Girofle  !     It  is  alvrays  she  I 


33                                                                     GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 

SCENE  XV. 

SCENE  XV. 

Les  Mimes,  Les  Cousins,  GiROFLB. 

The  Same,  The  Cousins,  Gipoflb. 

Les  Cousins,  accourant  en  riant. 

The  Cousins,  {running  in,  laughing.) 

Ah  !  ah !  la  voici !  la  void  ! 

Ah  !  ah  !  there  she  is  ! 

Nous  pouvons  rire, 

We  can  lauj^h. 

Nous  vouvons  dire 

We  must  say 

Quo  jiour  un  tour,  un  tour  bien  reussi.. 

That  for  a  successful  joke, 

Notre  tour  est  bien  reussi ! 

Our  joke  is  most  successful. 

Giro/le,  entrant  en  riant  aussi. 

Girojle,  {entfirs,  also  hinghinq.) 

Ah  !  ah !  me  voici !  me  voici ! 

Ah  I  ah  I     Here  1  am  ! 

C'est  bon  de  rire, 

It's  good  to  laugh. 

Et  Ton  peut  dire, 

And  I  must  say 

Que  I'on  s'amuse  bien  ici, 

This  is  a  very  amusing  place  ! 

Uui  Toil  s'amuse  bien  ici! 

This  is  a  very  amusing  place. 

Tons.       Ah!  ah!  la  mariee  aussi, etc. 

All.     Ah  !  ah  !  The  bride  too,  etc. 

Aurore,  e  Bolero. 

Atrrore,  {to  Bolero.)     I  am  terribly  embarrassed!     How 

Jlon  cmbarras  redouble, 

shall  we  get  out  of  this  ? 

Comment  sortir  de  la  ? 

Bolero.     Couraj^e  !  lis  sent  tous  gris!  s'ils  pouvaient  la 

Bolero.     Have  courage  !     They  are  all  drunk,  and  may 

voir  double ! 

perhaps  see  double. 

Marasquin.      C'est  Girofld! 

Marasquin.     It's  Girofle. 

Mourzouk.        C'est  Girofla ! 

Mourzouk.     'Tis  Gimfla. 

Le  C/iaur.    Girofle' !  Girofla  ! 

Chorus.     Girofle,  Girofla ! 

Marasquin  et  Mourzouk,  chacun  d'un  cotd  de  Girojl^. 

Marasquin  and  Mourzouk,  {one  on  either  aide  of  Girojle.) 

ANDANTE. 

ANDANTE. 

0  Girofla  If''^"'"'^''"""^^"^^' 

Oil:  GiJofla  }  of  innocence  the  flower, 

Vers  toi  mon  coeur  s'elance, 

Toward  thee  my  heart  grows  warm  ! 

Le  voila  done  cnfin  venu, 

What  joy  to  find  thee  at  the  apixiinted  hour, 

Le  moment  attendu. 

Quite  free  from  every  harm. 

( On  entend  un  coup  de  canon  dans  la  coulisse, ) 

{Firing  of  a  cannon  without.) 

Bolero,  avecjoie.     Ah  !  le  canon  ! 

Bolero,  {jojif ally.)     Ah  I  the  cannon  ! 

Aurore.                   Le  canon ! 

Aurore.     The  cannon  ! 

Tous.                    Le  canon ! 

All.                            The  cannon ! 

Aliens  bon ! 

Listen  all ! 

On  tire  le  canon  ! 

They  are  firing  a  cannon  ! 

Pourquoi  done 

But  why 

Tire  t-on 

Do  they  fire 

Le  canon  1 

The  cannon  1 

{Second  coup  de  canon.) 

(Cannon  is  fired  again.) 

Aurore  et  Bolero,  dansant. 

Aurore  and  Bolero,  (dancing.)     'Tis  the  cannon  ! 

C'es»  le  canon  ! 

Toms.                    C'est  le  canon  I 

All.     'Tis  the  cannon  ! 

Aurore  et  Bolero,  nvec  une  joie  folle. 

Aurore  and  Bolero,  {joijfullg. )     The  victory  is  ours  ! 

La  victoire  est  k  nous ! 

{Iri  le  chmur  se  verse  a  boire  et  trinque  avecjoie.) 

{ The  rhorxis  fill  their  glasses  and  drink  joyously.) 

Tous.            Mais  ils  devicnnent  fous  ! 

All.        But  they  are  growing  crazy  ! 

{Nouvcau  coup  de  canon.) 

(  Cannon  is  heard  again.) 

Bolero,  executant  un  pas. 

Bolero,  {executing  a  dancing  step.)     'Tis  the  cannon,  etc. 

C'est  le  canon,  etc. 

Aurore,  transport€e. 

Aurore,  {ivith  effusion.)     Come  to  my  arms,  sons-in-law  ! 

Dans  mes  bras,  mes  gendresl 

Bolero.         Dans  mes  bras,  tous  deux  1 

Bolero.         Come  to  my  arms,  both  of  you ! 

Bolero  et  Aurore. 

Bolero  and  Aurore.     Each  tender  spouse 

Vos  epouses  tendres 

Shall  now  fulfil  the  marriage  vows. 

Vont  combler  vos  voeux. 

Tous.           i'ans  leurtrbras,  leurs  gcndrcs  1 

All.          In  their  arms  the  sons-in-law ! 

Dans  leurs  bras,  tous  deux  ! 

In  their  arms  these  two  I 

Vos  e'pouses  tendres 

Of  marria-re  vows  each  tender  spouse 

Vont  combler  vos  voenx. 

Awaits  fulfilment  true! 

Aurore,         Dans  votre  apartement, 

Aurore.     For  your  rooms  at  once  depart, 

Kcndczvous  promptement, 

For  your  rooms  promptly  start, 

On  va  vous  les  conduire  ! 

To  you  they  shall  be  quickly  brought. 

Marasquin  et  Mourzouk. 

Marasquin  and  Mourzouk.     Oh,  happy,  oh,  delirious  tho't, 

0  bonheur  !  6  delire ! 

To  us  they  shall  be  quickly  brought. 

On  va  nous  les  conduire ! 

(Nouveaux  coups  de  canon.) 

Ixpprise.       C'est  le  canon,  etc. 

Re/rain.            'Tis  the  cannon  I  etc. 

(Marasquin,  conduit  par  Aurore,  entre  a  droite— Mourzouk, 

Marasquin,  led  by  Aurore,  goes  off  right.     Mourcuuk,  led  by 

conduit  par  Bolero,  entre  it  gauche. 

Bolero,  goes  off  lejl.) 

GIBOFLE-GIROFLA. 


33 


SCENE   XVI. 
Les  Mimes,  mains  MoURZouK  et  Makasquik,  puis  Pedro. 

Girofle,  se  disposant  a  rejoindre  Marasquin. 

A  mon  tour,  a  present ! 
Aurore,  I'arretant,      Un  instant 
Mon  enfant. 
Girofle.  Mais  manian, 

II  m'attend. 
Bolero.  Un  instant ! 

Leissc  arriver  ta  soeur  auparavant. 

(Forte  a  I'orckestre — P€dro parait  aufond.) 
Aurora.  Ah !  Pedro  ! 

Bolero.  Pe'dro  !  Cost  la  bonne  nouvelle  ! 

Anrore.  Parle,  messager  fidcle  ! 

Pedro,  tout  hors  d'huleine,  leur  tendaut  une  lettre. 

Lisez!  je  ne  puis  dire  un  mot ! 

Bolero,  {pnrle. )  sur  un  tremolo.  Une  dc'peche  de  Matamoros  ! 

(//  I'ouvre  Jievreusement  et  lit.)     "  'Rcqn  pile  epouvantable. . 

Pirates   partis   avec   fille   pour   serail   Constantinople.   " 

( Chancelant.)     Reyu  pile  epouvantable ! .  .{Le  chant  reprend.) 

Anrore.         Mise'ricorde !  je  suis  niorte ! 
Bolero.         Moi  je  suis  raort  egalement ! 
Marasquin,  ouvrant  sa  porte. 

Belle-maman  ! 
Aurore,  affole'e  courant  a  lui. 

Un  instant! 
Girofle,  vou/ant  passer. 

Mais  maman, 
II  m'attend ! 
Aurore.  Un  instant ! 

Girofle,  tres-pr€ss€e. 

Mais  maman, 
II  m'attend  ! 
(La  porte  seferme. — A  ce  moment,  celle  de  Mourzouk  s'ouvre 
et  celui-ci  parait.) 
Mourzouk.  Beau-pere ! 

Marasquin,  memejen. 

Belle-maman  ! 
lAurore,  a  Bole'ro.     Vite  !  fcrmez  la  porte  ! 
(7/  donne  un  tour  de  clef. — Pendant  ce  temps,  Girofl€  s'€chappe 
et  court  a  la  chamlire  de  ^farasquin.     Aurore  veut  la  rat- 
trapper.     La  porte  se  rffermf. ) 
Aurore  et  Bolero.     Dieu  puissant  ! 
(lis  se  laissent  tomber  dans  Us  bras  I'un  de  I'autre. — On  entend 
a  droit e  Mnmzoidc  qui  frappe  a  coups  redoubles — Toute  la 
noce,  (lui  u'a  cess€  de  lioire  d^pvis  qn'on  a  entendu  le  canon,  est 
arrive'e  au  comble  de  I'abrutisscment  et  dort  debout.) 
Reprise.         Ah  !  qu'il  est  bon,  etc. 

CURTAIN. 


ACT  III. 

I/e  theatre  repres^nte  un  qrand  salon  d  A€  ouvert  flmd  sur  une 
galerie  a  jour,  d'oit  I'ou  apergoit  la  mer. — Fleurs  et  plantes 
.  dans  la  galerie. 

SCENE  PREMIERE. 

Le  Ch<ecr,  puis  Paqcita  et  Pedro. 

(Au  lever  du  rideau  demi-oliscnri/^.     Les  rideaux  du  salon  sont 
ferme's.) 
Chceur.  Voici  le  matin, 

l)es  fcux  de  I'aurore 
Le  c'el  se  colore, 
Et  le  solcil  dore 
Un  doux  Icndemain. 
Paquita,  entrant  par  If  fond  acre  P€dro. 
Oiie  !  ohe  '  les  amonreux  ! 
lleveillez-vous,  ouvrez  les  yenx! 
Car  la  soleil  vient  de  paraitre. 


SCENE  XVI. 


The  Same,  except  Mourzouk  and  Mababqcim,  afterwards 
Pedro. 
Girofle,   (preparing  to  rejoin  Marasquin.)     'Tis  now  my 
turn, 

Aurore,  (stopping  her.)     One  moment 

My  child. 
Girofle.     But,  mother, 

He  awaits  me. 
Bolero.     One  moment ! 

Let  your  sister  first  arrive. 
(Orchestral  flourish.     Pedro  appears  at  back  of  stage.) 
Aurore.     Ah,  Pedro  ! 
Bolero.     Pedro  !  'Tis  good  news  ! 
Aurore.     Speak,  faithful  messenger! 

Pedro,  (quite  out  of  breath,  giving  them  a  letter.)     Read.     I 
cannot  speak  a  word. 

Bolero,  (in  a  trembling  voice.)     A  desjiatcli  from   Matamo- 
ros.  ( He  opens  the  letter  eiigerli/  and  reads, )  *'  Have  been  frif:ht- 
fully  defeated.     The  pirates  have  left  with  your  dauj^hter  for 
the   harem,   at    Constantinople."  {Trembling.)     Have  been 
frightfully  defeated  !      (  The  chorus  takes  it  up.) 
Aurore.     Mcrev  on  us  !     I  am  dead  ! 
Bolero.     And  I'm  as  dead  as  you  are  ! 
Marasquin,  (opening  his  door.)     Mother-in-law. 

Aurore,  (fondly  musing  to  him.)     One  moment ! 

Girofle,  (trying  to  pass.)     But,  mamma, 
He  awaits  me ! 

Aurore.     One  moment ! 
Girofle,  (in great  haste.)     But,  mamma, 
He  awaits  me ! 

(The  door  closes.     At  the  same  time  Mourzouk' s  door  opens  und 
he  appears. ) 
Mourzouk.     Father-in-law ' 
Marasquin,  (same  business.)     Mother-in-law  ! 

Aurore.  (to  Bolero.)     Quick  I     Shut  ihe  door  ! 

( He  turns  the  key  ;  meantime  Girofle  has  made  her  escape,   en- 
tering Marasquin' s  room.     Aurore  tries  to  catch  her.    Door 
closes.) 
Aurore  and  Bolero.     Great  Heavens  ! 

(  They  fall  into  each  other's  arms.     Mourzouk  is  heard  knock- 
ing within.      The  wedding  parti/,  who  have  been  drinking  con- 
tinualli/  since  the  firing  of  the  cannon,  now  quite  overcome,  are 
sleeping  in  irarious  jmstures.) 
Refrain.     Ah  I  'Tis  good,  etc. 

CURTAIN. 


ACT  III. 

A  large  salon  openina  out  on  balcony. 
Flowers  and  plants  in  the  balcony. 


Sea  in  the  distance. 


SCENE  L 
Chorus,  afterwards  Paquita  and  Pedro. 
Curtain  rises  with  lights  dcwn.     The  curtains  of  the  Salon  art 
drawn. 
Chorus.  Comes  the  morning! 

See !  it's  dawning 

Colors  all  with  gleaming  power. 
Each  golden  ray  A  happy  day 
Promises  through  every  hour. 
Puquita.      (Entering  with  Pedro.) 
Lovers  now  arise,  arise  I 
Wake,  and  ope  your  drowsy  eyes  ! 
For  the  sunshine  'gins  to  glow. 


34 


GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


Pedro.         Ecartcz  vite  vos  rideaux, 

Et  laissez  entrcr  a  longs  flots 
Le  jour  qui  frapj)e  a  la  fenetre  ! 
{Ih  ouvrent  les  rideaux.     Le  theatre  se  trouve  €cJair(. 

Rfiprise.  Voici  le  matin,  etc.         (Sortie  du  chosur.) 

Paquita,  (ipportant  avec  Pedro  un  petit  gutridon  qu'ils  pla- 
cent  a  gauche.  Maintenant  ne  perdons  pas  une  minute  et 
dressoiis  la  table. .  Quand  les  jeunes  cpoux  vont  sc  lever,  ils 
lie  seront  sans  doute  pas  faolies  de  trouver  leur  petit  dejeu- 
ner.    (Ik  mettent  le  convert.) 

Pedro,  nwntrant  la  gauche.  Ah  !  comme  on  doit  etre  heu- 
reux  ici. 

Pdquila,  monlrant  la  droite.  Oui,  mais  lii-bas  !  II  ne  doit 
pas  etre  contunt,  le  Maure. . 

Pedro.     Dame !. .  Apres  une  nuit  de  noces  pareille. . 

Paquita.  Sans  compter  que  mon  parrain  et  madame  Au- 
rore  n'ont  pas  ferme'  i'oeil. . 

Pedro.  Je  comprends  9a!.. mais  bah  !.  .L' important, 
ma  petite  Paquita,  c'est  que  me  voila  revenu  pres  de  toi 
pour  ne  plus  te  quitter. 

Paquita.  Oui.  .Seulement,  tous  ces  e've'nements  Ik  n'a- 
vancent  guere  notre  mariage. 

Pedro.     C'cst  vrai.  .il  serait  pourtant  bien  temps. . 

Paquita,  soupirant.     Oh  !  oui  ! 

Pedro,  avei-  amour.     Ma  chere  Paquita  ! . . 

Paquita.  Silence  ! . .  J'entends  madame  Girofle'et  son  mari 
..Sauvons-nous  bien  vite,  nous  serions  detrop  !  (lis  sortent.) 

SCENE    II. 

GiROFLE,    MaRASQUIN. 

Girojle,  a  Marasquin  qui  la  tieut  par  lataille.  Voyons  !  fin- 
issez ! 

Marasquin.     Non  !  encore  un  baiser !.  .je  t'en  prie. . 

Girojle.     Eh  bien  !  soit  !.  .mais  le  dernier. 

Marasquin,  I'embrassant.  O  ma  petite  Girofie' !.  .(/Z  «n- 
brasse  Bi.core. ) 

Girof"..     C'est  assez  ! 

Marasquin.     Encore  un  ! 

Girofii',  essai/aut  de  se  de'gager.     Voyons  ! 

Marasquin.     Le  dernier! 

Girojle.     Mais  c'e'tait  deja  le  dernier  tout  k  I'heure. 

Marasquin.  Eh  bien  !  ce  sera  encore  le  dernier  cette  fois- 
ci.  (Ill'embrasse.)  Ma  petite  Girofle',  dis-moi  que  tu  m'- 
aimcs. 

Girofle.     Mais.. 

Marasquin.     Dis  moi  que  tu  m'aimes  ! . . 

Girojle.     Mais  je  vous  I'ai  dejk  dit. .  .Que  vous  etcs  bete ! 

^fanlsqldn.  Vous !.  .D'abord,  je  veux  que  tu  me  tutoies. 
.  .Tu  le  peux  va. .  Au  point  oti  nous  en  sommcs. . . 

Girofle,  la  tete  sur  son  e'paule.     Eh  bien  ! .  .  Tu  cs  bete  ! . . 

Marasquin,  arec  ivresae.  Est-ellc  fivntWlc] .  .(Apercevant 
la  table  serrie.)  Ah!  mais..Le  dojeutUT  qui  est  seivi!.. 
Voila  une  bonne  idee  I.  .Vite  a  table.  .Nous  allons  faire  la 
dinette  tous  les  deux  !.  .(lis s'asseyent.) 

DUO. 

Ensemble.  En  tete  a  teto 

Faire  la  dinette, 

N'etre  que  nous  deux 

Est-il  rien  do  raieux  ? 
Girofle.  Voyans ! 

Mangeons ! 
Marasquin.  Mangeons !         { Voulant  I'attirer  a  hui.) 

Chere  petite  fomme ! 
Girojle,  se  defendant. 

Non  !  laissez  moi ! 
Marasquin.  Comme  vous  etes  loin,  madame  ! 

Approclie-toi ! 
C'.rojle.  Pourquoi  ? 

Marasquin.  Vicns  pres  de  moi, 

Je  te  dirai  pourquoi. 


Pedro.     Fling  your  window-curtains  wide 
To  the  sunlight's  (jolden  tide, 
Which  comes  gently  tapping  so  ! 
(  They  open  the  curtains.      Lignis  up.) 

Refrain.   Comes  the  moruing,  etc.  (Exit  Chorus.) 

Paquita.  (  With  Pedro  bringing  Jorward  a  small  table  which 
they  put  I.  c.)  Now  let  us  not  lose  a  moment  but  set  the  ta- 
ble. When  the  young  people  gel  up  they  will  doubtless  be 
glad  enough  to  find  their  breakfast  ready.  ( They  set  the 
table. ) 

Pedro.  (Pointing  lejl,)  Ah  !  how  happy  they  ought  to 
be! 

Paquita.  (Pointing  right.)  Yes,  there,  but  probably  the 
Moor  is  not  so  happy. 

Pedro.     Gad  !  after  a  wedding  night  like  that. 

Paquita,  Without  counting  that  my  god-father  and 
Madame  Aurore  have  not  even  closed  their  eyes — 

Pedro.  I  understand  that.  But  bah  !  what  really  con- 
cerns us,  dear  little  Paquita,  is  that  I  shall  now  never  leave 
you  again. 

Paquita.  Yes,  only  all  these  events  do  not  at  all  forward 
a  marriage. 

Pedro.     True  !   nevertheless  it  is  jolly  time. 

Paquita,  (sighing.)     Oh,  yes  ! 

Pedro,  (tenderhj.)     My  dear  Paquita 

Paquita.  Hush  !  I  liear  Madame  Girofle  and  her  hus- 
band.    Come,  we  shall  not  be  wanted,  (ex.) 

SCENE  II. 
Girofle,  Marasquin. 

Girofle,  (toMarasqidn,  who  has  his  arm  about  her.)  Come, 
that's  enou<jh  now  1 

Marasquin      No,  another  kiss,  I  beg  you. 

Girofle.     Very  well,  but  it  must  be  the  last. 

Marasquin.,  (kissing  her.)  Oh  !  My  little  Girofle  !  (Kisses 
her  again.) 

Girojle.     That's  enough. 

Marasquin.     One  more. 

Girofle,  (trying  to  get  nicay.)     Come  ! 

Afarasqnin.     The  very  last  now. 

Girojle.     But  just  now  you  wanted  the  last. 

Marasquin.  Well  this  time  'twill  certainly  be  the  last, 
(kisses  her.)     My  little  Girofle,  lell  me  that  you  love  me. 

Girojle.     Whv  ? 

Afarasqnin.     "Tell  me  that  you  love  me. 

Girojle.  But  I  have  already  told  you.  How  foolish  you 
are ! 

Marasquin  Well,  in  the  first  place,  speak  tenderly  to 
me.  I  should  think  you  might,  in  view  of  our  present  re- 
lations. 

Girofle,  (putlinq  her  h'od  upon  his  shoulder.)  Weill,  you 
are  a  dear  stupid. 

Marasquin.  (joiijulti/.)  How  lovely  she  is!  (seeing  table 
s^^)  Ah  !  breakfast  is  ready.  That's  a  good  idea.  Come, 
we  will  breakfast  together.  (They  sit.) 

DUET. 

Together.  Face  to  face 

We  take  our  place; 

Just  us  two, 

I  and  you. 
Girojle.  See  then  ! 

Eat  now ! 
Marasquin.  Let  us  eat  now.  (drawing  her  to  him.) 

Darling  wife ! 
Girojle,  (resisting.)  Let  me  alone. 

Marasquin.     Not  so  far  off,  Madame, 

Nearer  come, 
Girojle.  Why? 

Marasquin.     Nearer  come  to  me, 

And  I  will  tell  you  why. 


Girofle. 
Marasquin. 


Ensemble. 
Girofle. 

A 

Marasquin. 

Girofle. 

Marasquin. 

Giiqfie, 

Marasquin. 

Girofle. 
Marasquin. 
Tu 
Girofle. 
(Marasquin  la 
scene.) 

Marasquin. 

Girofle. 
Marasquin. 

Girofle. 
Marasquin. 

Girofle. 
Marasquin. 

Girofle. 
Ensemble. 


Tu  me  diras  pourquoi  ? 

Approclietoi, 
(Elle  approche  sa  chaise.     11 1'embrasse.) 
Voila  !  voila  pourquoi  ! 

{Elle  se  live  vivement.     II  I'imite.) 
En  tete  a  tete,  etc. 
Cost  chaimant, 
Mais  vraiment 
oe  jeu  la  nous  ne  man2;erons  gu^re. 
Bah  !  nous  avons  bien  autre-chose  a  faire. 
Que  faire  alors  ■? 
Causons. 
De  quoi  ? 

De  nous,  de  toi,  de  moi, 
De  cette  niiit  charmante. . 
Ah  !  taisczvous. . 
Mechanic  ! 
ne  veux  plus  t'cn  souvenir 

Vous  voulez  trop  y  revenir ! 
prend  par  la  main  et  I'amene  sur  le  devant  de  la 


En  entrant  dans  notrc  chambrette. 
On  entcndait  battre  ton  cceur. 

J'avais  bien  peur. 
Tu  baissais  Ics  yeux  et  la  tSte, 
Pour  dissimuler  ta  rougeur. 

J'avais  bien  peur ! 
Alors  d'un  main  indiscrete, 
J'otai  ton  voile  protecteur. 

J'avais  bien  peur  ! 
La  lampe  e'clairait  la  chambrette, 
Je  I'eteiyrnis  comme  un  volear. 
J'avais  bien  peur ! 
Nuit  charmante, 
Souvenir 
Qui  m'enchante 
Depiaisir! 


Marasquin.    Une  hcurc  apres,  chancre  la  sc^ne, 

On  n'entcnd  plus  battre  ton  coeur. 
Girofle.  J'ai  hien  moins  peur. 

Marasquin.     Maintenant  plus  de  crainte  vaine, 

Sur  ton  front  aucune  rongeur. 
Girofle.  J'ai  bien  moins  peur. 

Marasquin.     Ta  main  s'ahandonnc  a  la  mienne, 

Dans  tes  ycux  jy  lis  Ic  bonheur. 
Girofle.  Je  n'ai  plus  pour. 

Marasquin.    Et  la  lampe,  sans  riulle  srene, 

De  nouveau  rc'pand  sa  lueur. 
Girofle.  Je  n'ai  plus  peur  ! 

Ensemble.  Nuit  charmante,  etc. 

SCENE   III. 
Ijbs  Memes,  Auroue  el  Bolero. 

Anroi-e.,  aufltnd  nvec  Bol€ro.    Les  voici  ! . .  Venez,  Bolero. 

Marasquin.,  avf-c  effusion  ronrant  heux..  Ah!  beau-pere  !. . 
bellf-maman  !     Merci  !  merci ! 

A'irore.     Mon  gcndre  !. . 

Marasquin,  retournant  a  Girofle.  Si  vous  saviez  comme 
elle  est  <.'cntille  !. . 

Anrore,  ancc  gravity.    II  ne  s'agit  pas  de  9a  ! 

Marasquin,  Aonn^.     Comment ! 

Anrore.     Marasquin,  nous  avons  a  vous  parler. 

Bolero,  flu  mimf  ton.     Dc  choses  serieuses  ! . . 

Marasquin.     Bon  Dieu  !    dc  f|iicl  air  vous  me  dites  (;a, ! 

Anrore.     De  I'air  que  commandenl  les  circonstances. 

Girofle.     Qu'y  a-t  il  done  1 

Anrore.  Mes  enfants,  la  situation  est  grave.. Mais  nous 
y  avons  refl-^chi. .  Avec  du  sang  froid  et  dela  prudence,  nous 
en  sortirons. 


GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 

Giroflt. 
Marasquin. 


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You  will  tell  me  why  ! 

( She  nears  him  ;  he  kisses  her. ) 
Nearer  come. 
That  is  why. 

{Both  rise  and  come  forward.) 
Face  to  face,  etc.,  etc. 
This  is  charming. 
But  alarming  ; 
Acting  thus  we  do  not  eat. 
Bah  !  we  enjoy  this  other  treat. 
What  shall  we  do  ? 
Talk. 
Of  what  1 

Of  us,  of  you,  of  rae. 
Of  our  felicity. 
Ah,  hush — now  please  I  pray. 

Then  all 
Our  joys  you  do  not  wish  to  recall ! 
Girofle.     You  wish  to  recall  them  too  often. 

( Marasquin  takes  her  by  the  hand  and  leads  her  forward.  ^ 


Together. 
Girofle. 


Marasquin. 

Girofle, 

Marasquin. 

Girofle. 

Marasquin. 

Girofle. 
Marasquin. 


Marasquin.    When  entering,  in  our  little  room, 

I  heard  your  heart  beat  swift. 
Girofle.  I  was  afraid. 

Marasquin.     You  closed  your  eyes  and  wished  for  gloom 

To  hide  your  blushes'  drift. 
Girofle.  I  was  afraid. 

Marasquin.     Then  with  a  rude  and  hardy  hand. 

To  lift  your  vail  I  dared. 
Girofle.  I  was  afraid. 

Marasquin.     The  lamp  that  shed  its  light  full  bland, 

I  stifled  where  it  flared. 
Girofle.  I  was  afraid. 

Together.  Oh,  charming  night. 

Night  of  my  dreams. 

With  what  delight 
My  memory  teems. 


Marasquin.    An  hour  passed  ;  the  scene  did  change, 

Your  heart  did  not  beat  swift. 
Girofle.  I  feared  you  less. 

Marasquin.     No  longer  were  your  fancies  strange. 

No  more  your  blushes  drift. 
Girofle.  I  feared  you  less. 

Marasquin.     Your  hand  abandoned  unto  mine. 

Your  eyes  my  rapture  shared. 
Girofle.  I  had  no  fear. 

Marasquin.     Unquestioned  then  the  lamp  did  shine. 

And  wondering  at  us  stand. 
Girofle.  I  had  no  fear. 

Together.         Oh,  charming  night,  etc. 

SCENE   III. 
Enter  Aubore  and  Bolero. 

Aurore.     Here  they  are  I     Come  Bolero. 

Marasquin,  (joi/fitlli/ running  to  them.)  Ah,  father-in-laW, 
mother  in-law.  thank  you  !  thank  you  ! 

A'irore.     My  son  in-law  ! 

Marasquin,  (turning  to  Girofle.)  If  you  knew  how  lovely 
she  is ! 

Anrore,  (qraveli/.)     That  is  not  the  point. 

Marasquin,  (astonished.)     How  so? 

Aurore.     Marasquin,  we  must  speak  to  you. 

Bolero,  (a/so  graveli/.)     Of  a  serious  matter. 

Marasquin.     Good  heavens!  how  solcnm  yoa  are! 

Aurore.     IJo  more  so  than  circumstances  require. 

Girofle.     Whit's  the  matter  ? 

Aurore.  My  children,  the  situation  is  serious;  but  we 
have  thought  it  over.  With  coolness  and  prudence  we  shall 
come  out  all  right. 


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GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


Mninsquln.     Ah  !  9a ! . . Qu'est-ce  que  9a  signifie  ? 

Anivip.  C'est  vrai !. .  Vous  ne  savez  pas  !.  .Marasquin, 
nous  voiis  dovons  des  t-xijlicatians.  Hier,  la  femine  de 
Mouizouk  a  etc  eulevc'c  par  lea  pirates. 

Mani^i/uiii.     Eiiliive'o  ! . . 

Girofle.     Mais  puisquc  M^tainoros  I'a  ramende.. 

Aniore.     Oui.  .11  noiis  I'vait  promis. , 

Bolero.  II  nous  avait  dit :  Quand  vous  entendrez  le  ca- 
non, fV'st  ([ue  ya  y  sera. 

Marasquin.  Lc  canon  !.  .Cost  done  9a.. Je  me  disais 
aussi  :  poiirciuoi  tire  ton  le  canon  ? . . 

Girojl'-     til  bien  I . . 

Bolero.  Ell  bien  ! . . (^a  n'y  e'tait  pas  ! . .  ( Tirant  laddpeche. ) 
•  'Rcvu  pile  cpouvantab.e. . 

GIroJi".  et  Muiasqiiin.     Oh  ! 

Marasquin.     Ell  bicn,  el  Mourzoiik  ? 

Aurore.  Nous  n'avons  cu  que  le  temps  de  I'enfcrmer  dans 
sa  clianibrc,  oii  il  est  rcste  toutc  la  nuit,  tout  seul. 

Marasquin,  riant.     Ah  !  ce  pauvre  Mourzouk  ! 

Aurore.     Ne  ricz  pas,  Marasquin  !   . 
.    Bolero.     Ce  matin,  quand  nous  nons  sommes  risques  a 
regardcr  dans  sa  chambre,  il  ii'y  e'tait  plus. 

M'irasquin  it   Girofle.     Oh  I 

Bolero.  Tons  les  n>cubles  brises  ! . .  Les  barreaux  de  sa 
fene'tre  tordus  et  descelle's.  .Et  lui,  en  liberte,  furieux,  sau- 
vajjc,  enrage! 

Marasquin,  riant.     Ah  !  all  !  ah  ! . . 

Bolero.     Ne  riez  pas,  Marasquin  !. . 

Aurore,  passant.  Jc  vous  I'ai  dit,  la  situation  est  grave. . 
mais  elle  n'est  pas  desesperee  !.  .Bolero  et  moi,  c'esta  dire 
tiioi  et  Bolero,  nous  I'avons  froidement  envisa;ce'e,  et  nous 
avons  nolle  plan .  .Mourzouk  doit  par  ir  aujourd'hui  a  midi 
sans  cmmener  sa  femme. . 

Marasquin.     Ce-^t  vrai  ? 

Bolero.  D'un  autre  cote,  nous  avons  de  meilleures  nou- 
vcUes  de  Matamoros.  .11  nous  a  fait  savoir  ce  matin  qu'il  se 
remcttait  a  la  poursuite  des  pirates.  .D' ici  au  retour  de 
Mourzouk,  Girofla  aura  tout  le  temps  dc  nous  etre  rendue. 

[parte. 

Girofle.     Oui,  mais  en  attendant,  il  faut  quo  Mourzouk 

Aurore.     Eli  bien  !  midi  ne  tardera  pas  a  arriver. . 

Marasquin.     Tout  ariive. 

Bolero.  Seulement,  auparavant,  il  faut  a  tout  prix  le 
calmer,  lui  persuader  que  ce  qui  s'est  passe  est  tout  naturel ! 

Marasquin.     Ce  qui  ne  sera  pas  commode. . 

Bolero,  Ce  qui  ne  sera  pas  commode,  non. .  Mais  enfin, 
sous  y  arriverons,  a  une  condition,  c'est  qu'on  lui  raontre 
sa  femme. . 

Marasquin.     Voila  oil  jc  vous  attends. 

Auroie.     Ricn  n'est  plus  simple  ! . .  Girofle  n'estelle  pas  la ! 

Girofle.     Moi ! . . 

Marasquin.  Par  example  ! . .  Est  ce  que  vous  vous  iraagi- 
nez  que  jc  consentirai  a  ce  que  ma  fcmine  ?. . 

Aurore.     11  la  faut !. . 

Bolero.     Marasquin  ! . .  Songez  qu'il  y  va  de  ma  tete  ! . . 

Marasquin.  Vousetcsbon  !..Ily  va  aussi  de  la  mienne!. . 

Aurore.     Pour  quelqucs  instants  seulement ! 

Bolero.  Voyons  !.  .je  nous  en  prie.  .Puisqu'il  ne  s'agit 
que  de  la  lui  montrer. . 

QUATUOB. 

Bolero  el  Aurore.     Soyez  gencreux,  soycx  magnanime, 
Ce  monsonge  jieut  nous  sauvcr. 
Ah  '  Marasquin,  il  est  'jublime 
De  nous  arraclier  au  danger  ! 
Ah  !  Marasquin,  soyez  sublime! 

ENSICMIJLE. 

Marasquin.  Oui,  je  sais  bien  qu'il  est  sublime 

De  vous  arraclier  au  daii;;er  ! 
Aurore,   Girofle,  Bolero 

Ah  !  Marasquin,  il  est  sublime 

De  nous  arrache  •  au  danger  ! 
Marasquin.  Je  voudrais  bien  vous  oliliger, 

Mais  j'ai  peur  de  trop  m'engager. 


Marasquin.     What  do  you  mean  f 

Aurore.  True,  vou  do  not  know  ;  Marasquin,  we  must 
explain  to  you,  Yesterday  the  wife  of  Mouizouk  was  car- 
ried away  by  pirates. 

Marasquin.    Carried  away  ! 

Girofle.     But  since  Matamoros  brought  her  back — 

Aurore.     Yes,  he  promised  to  do  so — 

Bolero.  He  said.  When  you  hear  a  cannon,  I  shall  have 
returned. 

Marasquin.  A  cannon  !  That's  it  then  !  I  was  consider- 
ing wliv  thev  should  fire  a  cannon. 

Girq'/ie.     Well? 

Bolero.  Well,  he  has  not  come,  [Id^imj  out  dispatch.) 
"  Met  with  a  terrible  defeat."     Is  not  this  frightful  ? 

Girofle  and  M'irasquin.     Oh! 

Marasquin.     Huw  about  Mourzouk? 

Aurore.  We  bad  only  time  enou.;h  to  lock  him  in  his 
room,  where  he  stayed  a' one  all   nii'lit. 

Marasquin,  (luughiwi.)     Poor  Mourzouk! 

Aurore.     Do  not  laugh,  Marasquin. 

Bolero.  This  morning,  when  we  ventured  to  look  in  his 
room,  he  was  not  there. 

Marasquin  and  Girofle.      Oh  ! 

Bolero.  All  the  furniture  was  smashed.  The  bars  of  his 
window  were  twisted  and  torn  out,  and  he  at  liberty,  furi- 
ous, wild,  raving. 

Marasquin,  (lauqhinq.)     Ha.  ha,  ha. 

Btlero.     Do  not  laugli,  Mirasqiiin. 

Aurore,  (walkimi  about.)  1  told  you  the  situation  was 
grave,  but  it  is  not  desperate.  Bolero  and  1,  that  is  to  say, 
I  and  Bolero,  we  coolly  thought  it  over  and  made  our  ar- 
rangements. Mourzouk  must  leave  to-day,  at  noun,  with- 
out his  wife. 

Marasquin.      That  is  true. 

Bolero.  On  the  other  hand,  we  have  excellent  news  from 
Matamoros.  He  infurnied  us  this  morning  that  he  would 
pursue  the  pirates  again.  Fnm  now  until  the  return  of 
Mourzouk,  there  will  be  time  enough  for  Girofla  to  be  re- 
turned to  us. 

Girofle.     Yes,  but  in  the  meantime  Mourzouk  must  go. 

Aurore.     Well,  noon  will  soon  come. 

Marasquin.     Everything  comes  eventually. 

Bolero.  Only,  in  the  first  ])laee,  above  all  we  must  soothe 
him,  persuade  him  that  what  lias  happened  is  entirely  natural. 

Marasquin.     That  will  nut  be  easy. 

Bolero.  It  will  not  be  easy  ;  no,  but,  in  short,  we  can  do 
it  on  one  condition — that  we  let  him  see  his  wife. 

Marasquin.     Ah,  I  thought  you'd  come  to  that. 

Aurore.     Nothing  could  be  easier.     Is  not  Girofle  here? 

Ginfle.     1  !— 

Marasquin.  I  like  that!  Do  you  imagine  I  shall  consent 
that  my  wife — 

Aurore.     You  must. 

Bolero.     Marasquin.  remember  my  head  is  in  danger. 

Marasquin.     How  kind  you  are.     It  concerns  mine  also. 

Aurore.     -Just  for  a  few  moments. 

Bolero.  Come  !  1  beg  of  you.  Why,  it's  only  letting  him 
see  her. 

QUABTICTTE. 

Bolero  and  Aurore.     Be  generous  as  well  as  brave. 
This  trick  alone  can  help  to  save. 
Ah,  M.-irasquiii.  it  is  sublime, 
To  assist  at  such  a  time  ! 
Ah  !  Marasquin,  pray  be  sublime! 

TOGliTllKR. 

Marasquin.  Yes,  I  know  it  is  .•■■uhliinc 

To  assist  at  such  a  time  ! 
Aurore,  Girofle,  Bolero. 

Ah,  Mara.squin,  do  be  sublime, 

Do  assist  us,  just  this  time. 
Marasquin.  Very  gladly  I'd  consent, 

But  1  fear  I  may  repent. 


GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 
SEAZr  PERE,  UNE  TELLE  DEMANDE.—ROVD  ON  THERE  ! 

MAnASQtJIN. 


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au  -  pa-rs.-vant    Oui,  la-pru-deu  -  ce      me    com-man  -  de   De  -  re  -  fle-chir,  dj  -  re- tlc-chirau-pa  -  ra  -  vant. 
A  moment's  time,   A  moment's  time  for  thought  up-on        the  strange  affair,  a  moment's  thought  on  this  demand. 


Entre  amis,  parfois  on  se  prete 
Son  parapliiie  ou  bien  .«es  gants, 
Souvent  nieme  9a  vous  cmbete, 
Mais  comment  refuser  aux  gens? 
On  se  prete  sans  nullc  peine 
Une  montre  ou  bien  ties,  bijoux, 
Quand  on  se  tronve  dans  la  gene, 
On  se  prete  merae  cent  sous. 
— Pour  Ics  choses  possibles,  dame, 
S'obliger  est  tout  natarel, 
Mais  on  nc  prete  pas  sa  femme, 
C'est  un  objet  trop  personnel. 

ENSEMBLE. 

Soyez  gcnc'reux,  majrnanime,  etc. 

A'livre.  Voyons!.  C'est  convenu..Je  cours  tout  pre- 
parer pour  son  depart.  .Vous,  rcstcz  iei  et  recevez-le.  {Elle 
sort.) 

Marasquin,  voulant  courir  aprh  elle.     Mais,  permettez!. . 

Bolrro.     Si!  si!  c'est  con  vcnu. . 

Girofle.     Bah  !  Apres  tout  il  ne  me  fait  pas  peur. , 

Maninqnin.  Oui.  .maisil  mcfait  peur,  a  moi.  .Un  homme 
qui  a  e'ce'  enferme'. . 

Bolero.  Ah!  le  voici.  .Et  je  suis  seul  poor  supporter  le 
choc. 

Marasqiiin.     II  doit  ctre  dans  une  fureur  !. . 

Bolero,  se  raffermissant.     Du  courage ! 

SCENE    IV. 

Les  Mcmes,  MouRZOCK. 

(Mourzouk  entre.     Ses  cheveitx  sont  hiriss^s,  mat's  on  volt  qu'il 

xe  contient.     II  va  droit  a  Bolero. 

Mourzouk,  tresfroid.  Vous  vous  attendez  a  des  violences 
.  .non  !.  .J'ai  beaucoup  casse  ce  matin  pour  me  calmer.  .Je 
suis  rassis . . 

Bolero,  a  part.    Oh  !  il  me  fait  encore  plus  peur  comme  9a. 

Mourzouk.  II  est  probable  que  vous  avez  quelques  expli- 
cations k  me  fournir. .  Je  les  attends.     (//  s'asseoit.) 

Mttrasqnin,  has  a  Girofle.     II  a  I'oeil  mauvais. . 

Bolero,  a  part,  tres-troubl^.  D^cidemcnt,  je  I'aime  mieux 
violent. . 

Mourzouk.     Je  vous  ecoute. . 

Bolero,  tres-^mu.  Mourzouk,  ce  que  je  vais  tous  dire  vous 
paiaitra  peut-etre  un  pen  invraisemblable.  .Moi,  on  me  le 
dirait,  que  je  ne  le  croirais  pas.  .Pourtant,  c'est  laveriteraS- 
me. .  (^  Marasquin  et  a  Girofle,)  N'est-ce  pas  1 

Mnrasqnin  et  Girofle.     Oui !  oui  ! 

Mara.<iquin,  a  pari.     Qu'est-ce  qu'il  va  lui  raconter  ? . . 

Mourzouk.     Eh  bien  1 

Bolero.  Voici  la  chose.  .(A  part.)  Que  lui  dire  ?  (Haut.) 
Hier,  au  moment  oh  je  vous  amenais  votreepouse.  .(S' inter- 


Very  often  we  may  lend 

Most  anything  to  please  a  friend  : 

Gloves,  perhaps  your  overshoes. 

— It  isn't  easy  to  refuse; 

— Or,  perhaps,  without  much  pain, 

You'll  even  spare  a  watch  and  chain  ; 

And  when  affairs  are  very  ill, 

You  may,  then,  lend  a  dollar  bill. 

—  All  these  tilings  are  very  well, 

To  thus  oblige  is  natural. 

— But  when  it  comes  to  lend  a  wife  I 

Egad  I  that's  too  much,  on  ray  life. 

TOGETHER. 

Be  generous  as  well  as  brave,  etc. 

Aurore.  Well,  its  all  understood  ;  I  will  go  and  prepare 
everything  for  his  departure.  You  remain  here  and  rcceivt 
him.     (Exit.) 

Marasquin.,  (attempting  to  run  after  her.)  But,  allow  me  ! 

Bolero.     Yes,  it's  all  understood. 

Girojle.     Bah  !  after  all  I  am  not  afraid  of  him. 

Marasquin.  Yes,  but  I  am  ;  a  man  who  has  been  locked 
up— 

Bolero.  Ah,  here  he  is,  and  I  am  left  to  bear  the  brunt 
alone. 

Marasquin.     He  must  be  furious. 

Bolero,  (encouragingly.)     Courage! 

SCENE    IV. 

The  Same,  MOCRZOOK. 

{Enter  Mourzouk,  hair  dishevelled,  evidently  restraining  himself  . 

He  goes  to  Bolero. ) 

Mourzouk,  [coldly.)  Vou  aniicipate  violence.  No  !  I  hare 
smashed  enough  this  morning  to  calm  myself.  I  am  com- 
paratively sedate. 

Bolero,  {aside.)     I  fear  him  still  more  in  this  mood. 

Mourzouk.  You  have  probably  some  explanation  to  make. 
I  await  it.     {Sits  dotvn.) 

Marasquin.  {aside  to  Girofle.)     He  looks  dangerous. 

Bolero,  (aside — troubled.)  Decidedly,  I  prefer  to  see  him 
violent. 

Mourzouk.     I  am  listening  ! 

Bolero,  (greatly  moved.)  Mourzouk,  what  I  am  going  to 
say  may  appear  to  you  slightly  improbable.  I  really  should 
not  have  believed  it  myself,  nevertheless  it  is  the  exact  truth. 
(To  Mnrasqnin  and  Girofle.)  Is  it  not"? 

Marasquin  and  Girofle.     Yes,  yes. 

Marasquin,  (aside.)  What  the  deuce  is  he  going  to  tell  him? 

Mourzouk.     Well  ? 

Bolero.  This  is  the  fact,  (aside,)  what  on  earth  shall  I 
say  1  (aloud)  Yesterday,  just  as  we  were  bringing  you  your 


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GIROFLE  GIROFLA. 


rompant.)   Ah!  raon  ami  !.  .qu'elle  ^tait  belle  sous  sa  robe 
immacule'e. . 

Mourzoufc,  xrntanf.  dps  foiirmLs.     Bien  !  bien ! . . 

Bolero.     Jc  inc  disais  :  Oh  !  Mourzoiik  !.  .Mourzouk!. . 

Moiirznnk,  (le  meine.     C'c«t  bon  !.  .Passez!. . 

Bolero.  Tout  a  coup.  .L'e'motion  la  chaieur,  je  ne  sais. . 
Je  la  vols  palir, .  All !  inon  Dieu  !.  .Eiie  se  trouve  inal !. . 
Vitc  !  dessels!  du  vinaii;rc  !  Aurore  me  crie  :  mettez-lui 
uno  clef  dans  Ic  dos  !..Je  nc  fais  ni  une  di  deux  !.  .Je  saute 
sur  votic  porte,  jc  retire  la  clef,  et.  .au  bout  de  quelques  in- 
stants, elle  rcs'cnait  a  ellc. . 

Mourzouk,  aoec  soiilngi'ment.     Ah  ! 

Bolero.  Sculenient,  en  ret?rant  la  clef,  sans  y  faire  atten- 
tion, j'avais  di)nnc'  un  tour.  .Quand  j'ai  voulu  vous  ouvrir, 
impossible. .  Plus  de  clef! .  ..Te  ne  savais  pas  ce  qu'elle  e'tait 
devenne.  .Et  tons  les  serruriers  ctaient  couches. . 

Monrzonk,  se.  levant.     Mais  permettez. . 

Bolero,  a  part.  II  discute  ? .  .je  suis  flamhe.  .{Haut  v he- 
ment.)  La  maudite  clef  avait  glisse,  et  on  ne  I'a  retrouvee 
que  cc  matin,  .n'est-ce  pas  Girofla  1 

Girojle.     Oui,  papa. 

Mourzouk.     Girofla  ! . .  C'est  Girofla  ? 

Bolero.     Mais  oui !.  .(4  part.)  OuT! 

Mourzouk.  Et  vous  ne  le  dites  pas  \.  ,(A  Marasquin.)  Je 
croyais  que  c'(?tait  votre  femme,  moi; 

Bolero,  viiiement.     Sa  femme  ! . .  Chut ! . . 

Tom.     Chut!.. 

Bolero.     El  e  dort ! . . 

Mourzouk.     Ah  !  bah  ! . .  Encore ! 

Marasqnin,  has  a  Bolero.  Beau-p^re,  Tons  Bavez  que  9a 
m'embe  e. 

Bolero.     Silence ! 

Mourzouk,  qui  contemple  Girojle.  Mais,  c'est  vrai,  qu'elle 
est  un  peu  palotte. . 

Marasquin,  entre  ses  dents.     Parbleu!.. 

Mourzouk.     Vous  dites?.. 

Marasquin.     Rien  ! . .  ( Bolero  cherche.  a  I'^oiqner. ) 

Monrzonk,  prenant  la  main  de  Girojle.  Paiivre  petite  fem- 
me. .Mais  ce  n'est  rien.  .nous  rattaperonsla  temps- perdu. . 

Marasquin,  €ch<ippant  a  Bolero,  vivement.  Seulement,  il  y 
a  un  malheur.  .c'est  que  vous  allcz  partir. 

Mourzouk.     Ah  !  sapristi !.  .c'est  vrai  !. . 

Marasquin,  essai/ant  de  I'entratner.  Allons  !.  .d^pSchez- 
vous.  .vous  n'avcz  que  le  temps — 

Mourzouk.  Permettez  ! . .  II  n'est  pas  encore  midi . ,  C'est 
bien  la  moins  que  je  consacre  le  temps  qui  me  reste  k  ma 
chferc  Girofla.  .Laissez  nous, 

Marasquin.     Mais,  vos  malles  ? . . 

Mourzouk.     Le  beau-p^re  s'en  occiipera,  allez  !. . 

^farasquin.     Mais.. 

Mourzouk.     Allezdonc ! . . 

Marasquin.     Comment !.  .11  vcut  rester  seul  avec  ma. . 

Bolero,  vivement.     Avec  sa  femme ! . .  C'est  tout  naturel  I . . 

Girofle.     Certainement.  .{Bas.)  Ne  crains  rien. . 

Bolero,  I'entrainant.     Vcnez  ! — 

Marasquin.     Oh  ! . .  (yl  Girojle.)     Sois  forte  ! . . 

Mourzouk.     Eh  bien  ? . . 

Bolero.     Nous  vous  laissons  !. . 

Marasquin,  bas.  Beau-yj^sre,  vous  savez  que  (ja  m'emb6te  ! 
{A  part.)   Mais  j'aurai  I'oeil ! .  .{Exit  avec  Bol^fo..) 

SCENE  V. 
Mourzouk,  Gtkofle,  puis  Marasquin. 

Girofle,  &  part.  Ce  pauvre  Marasquin  \ .  .quelle  drole  de 
mine  il  fait ! . .  mais  bah  ! . .  Aprcs  tout,  il  n'y  a  pas  de  dan<icr. 

Mourzouk,  qui  afermi  les  rideaux  dufond,  a  Girojle.  Entin  ! 
nous  voilk  sculs  !. . 

Girojle.  Oui,  mon  ami.  (Apart.)  C  est  ^gal9a  me  fait 
quelque  chose. 

Marasquin,  entr'ouvrani  les  rideaux  et  passant  sa  tete.  Je  ne 
peux  pas  me  de'cider  h  les  laisser  seuls.  .(II  fait  quelqttes pas. 
Mais  Bolero,  qui  a  paru  derriere  lui,le  remmene  vivement.) 


mfe,  {mterruptinq  himself.)  Ah!  my  friend,  how  beautiful 
she  was  in  her  spotless  robe ! 

Mourzouk,  {suspiciously.)     Well !  well  ! 

Bolero,  I  was  saying'  to  myself!  Oh!  Mourzouk,  Mour- 
zouk. 

Mourzouk,  (same.)     Never  mind,  po  on. 

Bolero,  (same  manner.)  Suddenly,  emotion,  the  heat,  or  I 
don't  know  what — I  saw  her  turn  pale — Good  Heavens  ! 
she  is  ill,  quick,  smellini;  salts,  vineL-^ar.  Amore  cries  out 
to  me,  put  a  key  down  her  back  !  I  did  not  hesitate  a  mo- 
ment, I  ran  to  your  duor,  took  out  the  key  and,  in  a  few 
moments,  she  came  to. 

Mourzouk,  (relieved.)     Ah! 

Bolero  Only  in  taking  out  the  key,  I  thoughtlessly  turn- 
ed it.  When  I  wanted  to  open  your  door  it  was  impossi- 
ble ;  there  was  no  key ;  I  did  not  know  what  had  become 
of  it ;  all  the  locksmiths  were  in  bed. 

Mourzouk,  (risinfj.)     But  allow  me! 

Bolero,  {aside.)  He  reasons,  I  am  detected.  (Aloud  and 
quickly.)  The  confounded  key  had  slipped  down  and — we 
didn't  find  it  till  this  morning.     Is  it  not  so  Girofla  ? 

Girojle.     Yes,  Piipa. 

Mourzouk.     Girofla!     Is  this  Girofla  1 

Bolero.     Yes,  of  course.     {Aside.)  Phew! 

Mourzouk.  And  you  would  not  tell  me?  {To  Marasquin.) 
Why,  I  thought  it  was  i/our  wife  ! 

Bolero,  {quickh/.)     His  wife  ?  Pshaw! 

All.     Pshaw  ! 

Bolero.     She  is  asleep. 

Mourzouk.     What !  still  asleep  ? 

Marasquin,  (aside  to  Bolero.)  Father-in-law,  you  know  I 
don't  like  this. 

Bolero.     Hush ! 

Mourzouk,  {looking  at  Girojle.)  To  be  sure,  she  is  some- 
what pale. 

Marasquin,  {between  his  teeth.)  By  Jove  ! 

Mourzouk.     What's  that ' 

Marasquin.     Nothing.     {Bolero  tries  to  make  him  qo.) 

Mourzouk,  {taking  Girofle' s  hand.)  My  jioor  little  wife! 
but  never  mind,  we  will  make  up  for  lost  time  ! 

Marasquin,  {hreakinq  away  from  Bolero  quickly.)  There  is 
only  one  inconvenience — you  must  depart 

Mourzo.k.     Confound  it — that's  so! 

Marasquin,  (trying  to  lead  him  away.)  Come — hurry — you 
have  hardly  time  enouirh. 

Mourzouk.  One  moment !  It  is  not  yet  noon,  and  the 
least  I  can  do  is  to  consecrate  to  my  dear  Girofla  what  little 
time  1  have—  leave  us  ! 

Marasquin.     But  your  basrsage' 

Mourzouk.     My  father  in-law  will  attend  to  all  that 

Marasquin.     But — 

Mourzouk.      Will  you  go  ? 

Maratquin.     What !  he  wants  to  stay  alone  with  my — 

Bolero,  (quickly  )     With  his  wife;  that's  very  natural. 

Girojle.  {aside  to  .}farasquin.)     Do  not  be  afraid. 

Bolero,  (dragging  him  away.)     Come  ! 

Marasquin.     Oh!  (to  Girojle.)     Be  prudent. 

Mourzouk.     Well  ! 

Bolero.     We  leave  you. 

Marasquin,  {to  Bolero.)  Father-in-law,  vou  know  I  don't 
like  this.  (Aside.)  But  I'll  watch  them,  (i^xit  with  Bolero.) 

SCENE  V. 
MoiTRzouK,   Girofle,  afterwards  Makasquiv. 

Girojle,  aside.)  Poor  Marasquin,  how  comically  he  looks  : 
but,  after  all,  there  is  no  danger. 

Mourzouk,  (draioing  the  curtains  at  back  of  stage. )  At  last 
we  are  alone ! 

Girojle.  Yes,  my  dear,  (osi'de.)  This  makes  me  feel  queer 
all  the  same. 

^tarasquin,  {half  opening  the  curtains  and  putting  in  his  head. ) 
I  can't  make  uj)  my  mind  to  leave  them  alone.  (He  steps 
forward,  but  Bolero  draws  him  quickly  away.) 


GIROFLE-QIROFLA. 


3^ 


Monrzouk,  qui  z.  regards  Girofl€avec  amour.    Ma  femme ! . . 

Girofle,  ff'^ne  voix  timide.     Mon  mari ! . . 

Martisi^iiiti,  apart,  Son  mari !  oh  !.  .(Memejeu  que  plus 
haul  avec  Bn/ero.) 

Monrzouk.     Approchez!.. 

Girojle.     Volontier.     {Elk  fiiit  qnelqnei  pas.) 

Monrzouk.  Flus  pr^s !  [Girojle  s'approche.)  Plus  pres 
encore. . 


Mourzouk,  (looking  tenderly  at  Girofle. )     My  wife. 

Girofle,  {timidly.)  My  husband! 

Marasquin,  (aside.)  Her  husband?  Oh!  (iirni?  busines 
with  Bolero.) 

Muurzouk.     Come  nearer ! 

Girofle.     Willingly,  (she  apnroarhen  a  little.  ] 

Mourzouk.  Nearer.  (Girofle  approaches  closer.)  Neare 
yet. 


Moderato. 


DUET.    MA  BELLA  GIROFLA.—O  PRETTY  GIROFLA. 
Mourzouk. 


§feE:^ES;?^ 


-S— N- 


1=^: 


riiziitt 


=1?-^ 


-±:M. 


Ma 
O 


bel  -  le  Gi    -    ro  -  fla,      Ma       ti  -  mi  -  de 
pret  -  ty  Gi   •  ro  -  fla,      My         tim  -  id 


Ga 


zel  -  le 
zelle. 


-0 0-^ 


Ma 
My 


blanche  tour  -  te  - 
white    tur  -  tie 


-A — N 1   — ,"^   .    .     . 

— Ni---P g    -_ J^-- .-_ — r 

l£zE=±£f;*:i:*=£ 


— ^-:^ 


rel  -  le,  Tout    pres  de  moi     viens  lil    Par-Ions  de  dou  -  ces    cho  -  ses  De  fleurs  d'a-mour-de    ros    -    cs    Ma 
dove -let,      I         love      you      too  well.  Not  fain    would  I      leave  thee,  Nor  ev  -  er  would—     grieve  thee.  My 


S — 1**^ — * 


-«-• H  -■- — 

-«w* — >/ 0 — t 


bel  -  le  Gi  ■  ro 
prct  -  ty    Gi  •  ro 


fla     Parlons,  par  -  Ions     de  tout  ce        la !       Ma     bel  -  le    Gi  -  ro    -    fla    parlons  par- 
fla.    My  pret -ty       Gi  -  ro-fla,  My    own.     My    pret -ty    Gi  •  ro    -    fla,    my  Gi  -  ro- 
Girofle. 


Ions    de  tout    ce  -  la      Soy    -  ons  sa     Gi 
fla,   my  love,  my  own,    If        I     were  Gi 


-  fla 

-  fla. 


Sa 
Thy 


ti  -  mi  -  de 

tim  •    id 

MOCH. 

-0 


ga 
Ga 


zel    -    le,      Sa 
eel    -    le,    Thy 


'—^-•- 


blanche     tour  -  te 
fair  white   tur  ■  tie 


rel 
dove 
Giro. 


£^^3^ 


le    Pres    de    lui  me     voi-1^.      Qu'at  ten  -  dez  vouh    en  -  go    -    re       II 
let.  The  word  would  pleate  me  well.    Why  pause  you  then,  my      dear  -  est?  A 


me  faut  un    bai  -  ser 
kiss    of    wel-come  give, 


izr^znitiiHizi^r: 


:3=:^F=I=I:=z:^|:=ZI=:z^t 


Ce    bai  -  ser  qu'il  im  -  plo    -    re,    Je    dois    le     re  -  f  u  -  ser        Non  non     non 
A  kiss,  and  were     I     Giro    •  fla    Not  long  would  I      re  'fuse.        No  no       no 


^0 


f-0 — • — 0  p* — 0 — #-t-^'  '■ 


non 
no, 

.1^ 


Soy  -  ons    sa  Gi  -  ro  -  fla 
If     I    were  Gi  •  ro  -  fla. 


K-0 — 0—0—  «-g-F  -  •  -*-:i?5^^ 


sa    ti  -  mi    - 
his     tim    - 

-#- 


de    ga  -  zelle  sa    blan-che  tour  -  te  -  rel- 

id    Ga  ■  zella.        His   fair  white  tur-tle    dove- 


le    Pr&9  de     lui         me     voi-la 

ht.  His  love  would  please    me  well, 

.^—--fz^C^ r- — ^- — ^ 


g^jigr^jg^jg^jJE^^Ej 


— g— T— '--a-l-^-^-s-*  -f-»-s-E»? 1- 5-l-^-*-r-#-*-»-3— T 

-g-F — -J — WyY' — ' — 'z^ — 1^  ;    ^  t '"T"     i — *-[--i — i — "-• — I — .._• — I 

fleurs  d'a  ■  mour,  de  ros  -  es 
ten  -  der  heart  dis  -  do  -  ses, 


Par  -  Ions  de  dou  -  ces    choses 
Thi$     taJk  of   love  and  ros  ■  es, 


Parlons—  par  -  Ions 
Ah me! 


Parlons  de    tout  ce  -  la 
//  /     were  Gi-ro-fla^ 


Ah, parlons,  mais  ar  •  re-tous  raous  la ! 


Mourzouk.     Qu'attendez-vous  encore  1 
11  me  faut  un  baiser  ! 

Girofle.         Ce  baiser  qu'il  implore, 
Je  dois  le  refuser. 

Monrzouk.     Un  baiser ! 

Girofle.        Non  !  non  ! 

Mourzouk.     Un  baiser ! 


Ah 

but  no,  but    no,  it  can 

Mourzouk. 

Why  do  you  still  delay  ? 

I  now  must  have  a  kiss. 

Girofle. 

I  surely  can't  obey, 

I  must  refuse  him  this. 

Mourzouk. 

A  kiss  I 

Girofle. 

No,  no ! 

Mourzouk. 

A  kiss  I 

40 


GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


ESSEMnLE. 
Moursouh.  I  Girojie. 

Ma  btlle  Girofla,  etc.       |  Soyons  sa  Girofla,  etc. 

Monrzonk.     Ma  chbre,  a  rotre  epoux,  vraimcnt 
Vous  montre/  |^cu  d'empressement. 
Girojlr.         Attendez  un  moment, 

J'ctals  iutimidc'e. . 
Moiiiso'ik.     Etcs-vous  de'cidc'e  ? 
GiroJle,  ajmrt.  Aprc!s  tout,  un  baisef 
Qa  n'a  pas  d'importance, 
II  faiit  (le  la  jjrudcnce 
Pour  Ic  niieux  abuser. 
(Htiiit.)  Sur  inon  front  venL'Z  le  poser. 
Moitrzonk,  sc  prt'pdrani  a  I'emhrasser. 

Douce  cspcranc  ! . . 
Mnnisqiiin,  ipti  fjucltait  un  fond  (parlg.)      Beau-frere,  voire 
sac  (I'.i  n;iit ! . .  ( //  acconrt  vivcment  se  placer  entre  eux,  de  sorte 
i]ue  c'lxl  lid  qui  r.goit  le  baiser  le  Mourzoulc. . .  Celui-ci  pousse 
un  cii.) 

ENSEMBLE. 

Mourxonk.  Au  diable  I'animal ! 

Peut-on  tombcr  plus  raal  I 
Vraimcnt  c'cst  immoral 
Au  moment  capital! 
Marasqnii),avec  fole.  Il  rage,  I'animal  I 

Mai  ca  m'est  bien  ^gal  I 
Ainsi  c'est  plus  moral, 
Et  c'cst  le  principal ! 
GiroJle,  Mon  mari !  c'st  c'j^'al, 

Son  instinct  conjuj^al 
Nc  I'a  pas  {ruide  mal 
En  cct  instant  fatal  I 
Giro  fie,  liax  h  Marasquin.     Ah!  il  etait  temps  !..ne  me 
quitie'z  plus  !. .  A  la  lon.'Ue,  <;h  ponrrait  devenir  dmgereax. 
Monrzonk,  a  Mdrasquin.     Ah  !  (;a,  a  la  fin  des  fins,  qu'cst- 
ce  que  vous  vcnez  faire  ici  ?  Vous  ne  voyez  pas  que   vous 
nous  ^'Ancz  ? 

Marasquin.,  entre  se  dents.     C'est  justement  pour  9a  que. . 
Monrzo'd:.  en  colere.     VoUS  ditcs  1 
M'ir<isqni:i,  rentrant  sous  terre.     Rien  I  rien  ! 
Mouizonk.     Je  ne  me  mele  pas  dc  vos  affaires,    moi..Ne 
vous  mblcz  pas  dos  n&tres. 

Gi'ojlr,  h pcit.    Pauvro  Marasquin  1 
AfiiKtsqtiin.     Mais.. 

^folll■zo)lk.  J'ai  il  causer  avec  ma  femme.  AUez  causer 
avcc  l;i  votro. 

Minf<']!iin,     Comment!  avcc  la  mienne. . 
Monrzonk.    Oui,  avcc  la  votrc.     Vous  tie  comprcnez  pas  ? 
M'ira»qnin.     Si !  si ! 

Mniirzonk.     Eh  bien  !    Allezvous-en  ! . . 
Mnrasquin,     C'est  que. . 
Monrzonk.     Jc  vous  dis  de  vous  en  aller. 
Marasquin.     C'cst  bon .  .{A  part.)     Oh  !  si  j'osais . . 
Giroflo,  (lid  est  vemontie  an  fond.     Ah  ! .  .on  vient ! . . 
M<mrzonL     Comment,  en  vient. . 
Mnrasqnin,  (wr.joie.     Oui,  on  vient  vous  chcrcher ! 
Monrzouk.     Me  cliercher ! 
Giidflp.     Pour  partir. 

Monrzonk.  Partir.  .Et  je  nc  suis  pa9  plus  avancrf  qu'il  y 
a  unc  hcurc  !  (Les  rideaux  da  fond  s'^cartcnt  et  tout  le  mondre 
entre  en  scene. ) 

SCENE  VI. 

fjes  Memes,  Bolero,  Aurore,  Pedro,  Paquita,   Les  Sol- 
dats  de  Mourzouk,  etc. 

HOBCEAU   d'eNSEMBLB. 

Chmir.  II  est  temps 

De  nous  mcttre  en  voyage, 

C'est  domraage, 

Mais  il  est  temps. 
Ce  sent  les  demiers  moments  I 


TOGETflEtt. 
Mourxonk.  I  Girofte. 

^Iy  lovely  Girofla,  etc.  |      I  will  be  his  Girofla,  etc. 

Mourzouk.     Really,  to  your  husband,  dear, 
You  do  not  seem  at  all  sincere. 
Girojie,  A  moment  wait, 

I  was  afraid. 
Mourzouk.  Will  you  decide  ? 

Girojie,  [aside.)     Whatever  may  betide, 
Just  one  little  kiss 
Can't  be  much  amiss, 
So  I'll  the  risk  abide. 
(Aloud.)     On  mv  forehead  kiss  me  then. 
Mourzouk,  (al>out  to  kiss  her.)     Sweet  hope  ! 

Marasquin,  {who  ha^  been  watchinrj  at  flat.)  Brother-in- 
law,  here  is  your  travelin.^  bao;.  (runninq  in  qnicklif  between 
them,  so  that  Mourzouk  kisses  him.     The  latter  cries  out.) 


TOGETHER. 


Mow 


Devil  take  you,  stupid  man  ! 
Surely  no  one  ever  can 
Disarranjre  so  nice  a  plan, 
As  when  you  between  us  ran. 
Marasquin.      How  he  ra.:es,  ugly  man  ! 
I  don't  care.  I'm  piad  I  can 
Disarrange  him,  now  I  scan 
All  the  evil  of  his  ])]an. 
Girojte.  Mv  husband  I     An  ingenious  man, 

Whose  instinct  led  him  when  he  ran. 
To  quite  upset  that  little  plan  ; 
I  wonder  if  he  always  can  ' 
Girofle,  (to  Marasquin.)     Ah  I  it  was  quite  time.     Don't 
leave  me  again — it  might  become  dangerous  after  a  while. 

Mourzouk,  (to  Marasquin,)  After  nil,  what  do  you  want 
here  1    You  don't  seem  to  see  that  you  are  in  the  way. 

Marasquin.  (snllenlt/. )  And  it  is  exactly  on  that  account — 
Monrzouk,  [nnnrihj.)     What  do  you  mean  ? 
Marasquin,  {rollertinfj  himself )     Oh,  nothinor,  notliing. 
Mourzouk.     I  do  not  interfere  with  you,  so  leave  me  alone. 

Girofle.  (aside.)    Poor  Marasquin  1 

Marasquin.     But— 

Monrzouk.  I  want  to  talk  to  my  wife ;  go  and  talk  to 
yours. 

Marasquin      With  mine  ? 

Mourzouk.     Yos,  with  yours.     Do  you  understand  ? 

Marasquin.     Yes,  indeed  ! 

Mourzouk.     Well,  go  along  then ! 

Marasquin.     But — 

Mourzouk.     I  toll  you  to  l'o  ! 

Marasquin.     That's  ffood  !  {aside.')  Oh,  if  I  dared — 

Girofle,  (at  fia>.)     All!  soma  one  is  coming  1 

Mourzouk.     Whnt  ?  some  one  is  coming? 

Marasquin,  (j'lj/fnllii.)     Yes,  they  are  looking  for  you. 

Mourzouk,     For  mc  T 

Girofle.     To  depart. 

Mourzouk.  To  depart,  when  I  am  just  where  I  was  an 
hour  ago  1  {The  curtains  in  Jl at  are  drawn  aside  and  all 
enter. 

SCENE  VI. 

The  same.     Bolero,  Aurore,  Pedbo,  Paqdita,  Moorith 

Soldiers,  etc. 


TOGETRKB. 


Chorus. 


It  is  quite  time 
To  prepare  to  go  ! 
'Tis  too  bad. 
Don't  be  sad. 
Though  the  moments  are  not  slow. 


GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


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Girqfle. 
Mourzouk. 


Ense.mhle, 


Bolero  et  Aurore,  h  Mourzonk. 

Mon  cher,  voici  votre 
Allons,  en  route ! 
Et  bon  voyage ! 
He'Ias  !  partir ! 
Quel  depiaisir  ! 
Maisjevais  bientot  revenir, 
Car  c'est  la  mon  plus  cher  desir. 

I)  est  temps 
De  se  mettre  en  voyage,  etc. 
Mourzonk.  Mais  avant  de  partir,  il  convient  qui  j'adresse 
A  ma  douce  moitie  quelques  mots  de  tendresse. 
Cher  beau-pere,  vous  permettez?. . 
Bolero.        Allez,  mod  gendre,  aliez  1 

COUPLETS. 


Mourzouk,  a  Girq/te. 

Certcs,  dans  toute  circonstance, 
C'est  a  rcLcret  que  I'on  s'en  va, 
Mais  il  n'est  rien  d'egal,  je  pense, 
Au  regret  que  j'e'p  ouve  la. 
S'il  est  dur  de  se  mettre  en  route, 
Si  le  dc'part  souvent  vons  cottte, 
11  f'aut  plaindrc  plus  que  pas  ua 
Le  voyageur  qui  part  a  jeua. 


Girojlf,.        Autant  que  vous  de  votre  absence 

Je  soufFrirai.  mon  cher  e'poux ; 

Mais  il  f'aut  prendre  patience, 

Cela  ne  de'pend  pas  de  noua. 

II  est  dur  de  vous  metire  en  route ; 

Partir  a  jeun,  cela  vous  codte  ; 

Mais  bah  !  partez  le  coeur  content, 

Vous  dinerez  en  revenanl ! 
Mourzouk,  a  Girofie.     Les  heures  loin  de  vous  vont  me 
<embler  vien  lentes. . 

Bolero.    Mon  gendre,  promptement  faiies-nous  vos  adieux. 

Aurore.     f  aitesnons  vos  adieux. 

Marasquin.     Et  surtout  abre'geons  ces  scenes  de'chirantes. 

Le  phis  vite  sera  le  mieux ! 
Toua.  Le  plus  vite  sera  le  mieux  ! 

Mourzouk,  les  regardant  avec  m^Jlance  parle.    A  part.     Ah  ! 
maia  1  ah  !  mais  ! . .  S'avaucant  sur  le  devant  du  the&tre.) 
Je  flaire 
Quelque  mystfere. . 

Tons  ces  gens-la  sont  trop  presses 

Ya  leurs  adieux  sont  bien  forces  1.. 

Mais  ne  vous  faites  pas  do  bile, 

Je  ne  suis  pas  un  imbe'cile ! 

Pour  mieux  tirer  la  chose  au  clair. 

Dissimulons,  n'ayons  pas  I'air  ! 

(A  Girojle,  avec  une  Amotion  jou€e .) 

Adieu,  I'e'pouse  qui  m'estchere! 
Girojle.       Adieu,  mon  cher  petit  mari. 
Mourzouk.  Adieu,  mon  aimable  beau  frdre. 
Marasquin,  easaijant  une  larme. 

C'est  bete  !  je  suia  attendri ! 
Aurore  et  Bolero.     Adieu,  mon  gendre  ! 
Mourzonk.         Adieu,  beau-pere  I 

Adieu,  belle-maman  ;  je  m'en  vais,  c'est  fini. 
Tous.  I  la'cn  va,  c'est  fini  1 

ENSEMBLE. 

Mourzouk.  a  part,     Je  flaire,  etc. 
Aurore,  Girojle,  Marasquin,    Bolero, 
Mystere ! 

Sachons  nous  taire, 

Nous  en  voila  dcbarrass^s 

Et  tous  nos  voeux  sont  exauc^s. 

Il  n'est  vrairaent  pas  difficile 

De  tromper  un  tel  imbe'cile ; 


Bolero  and  Aurore.   My  dear,  behold  your  baggage ; 
Come  now,  go  1 


Girojle. 
Mourzouk, 


Chorus. 


And  good  bye. 

Alas,  to  (10  ! 

What  bitter  woe ! 
But  with  the  single  hope  I  burn, 
That  I  shall  very  soon  return. 

It  is  quite  time,  etc. 


Mourzouk.    Before  I  leave,  I  must  address 

To  my  dear  wife  some  tenderness 
Father-in-law,  you'll  let  me  speak  1 

Bolero.        Yes,  my  son,  but  pray  be  quick. 


COCPLETS. 


Mourzouk  (to  Girojle.) 

Of  course,  in  every  circumstance, 

'Tis  with  regret  one  goes  away  ; 

But  still  I  think  it  no  romance 

You'd  find  such  griefs  as  those  which  prey 

Upon  my  heart  as  I  now  go 

On  my  sad  route  with  footsteps  slow  ; 

And  my  regrets  are  everlasting 

That  I'm  obliged  tO  travel  fasting. 


Girojle.       So  much  the  more,  through  your  absence, 

Shall  I  repine.  Oh,  husband  dear  ; 

But  we  must  cultivate  our  patience. 

'T  wasn't  our  fault,  that  is  clear. 

'Tis  very  hard  upon  your  way 

That  you  should  fasting  go  to-day. 

But  Ah,  just  let  love's  fires  burn. 

And  you  shall  feast  on  your  return. 
Mourzouk  ("to  Girojle. ) 

Away  from  you,  how  time  will  lag. 
Bolero.     My  sonin  law,  you  must  now  say  good-bye. 
Atirore.         Say  gnod-bye. 
Marasquin.  And,  above  all,  let's  end  this  scene  distressing. 

The  shortest  parting  is  best  say  I. 
AU.  The  shortest  parting  is  best. 

Mourzouk,  (looking  at  them  suspicioushj.) 

Ah  I  but — Ah!  but — {coming  down  stave.. ) 

I  think  I  see 

Some  mystery — 

All  these  people,  in  a  worry. 

Say  good-bye  in  too  much  hurry. 

Though  they're  unable  to  keep  cool, 

I  am  not  a  perfect  fool. 

So  to  expose  all  clear  as  day, 

I'll  dissimulate — and  stay. 

To  Girojlf,  with  pretended  emotion, ) 

Adieu,  my  life,  my  love,  alway  ! 
Girojle.     Good-bye,  my  little  husband,  dear. 
Mourzouk.    Good-bye,  my  mother  of  a  day. 
Marasquin,  (wiping  his  ei/es.) 

I  must.  Ah,  wipe  away  a  tear. 
Aurore  and  Bol&o.     Good-bye,  son-in-law  ! 
Mourzouk.   Good-bye,  father  in-law  ! 

Goodbye,  mother-in-law.    I  go,  'tis  over. 
All.  He  goes,  'tis  over. 

TOGETHBK. 
Mourzouk,  [aside.)    I  think  I  sec,  etc. 
Aurore,  Girojle,  Marasquin,  Bolero. 
A  mystery  ; 
Conceal  it  we. 
Now,  we  breathe,  since  in  a  hurry, 
He  departs  without  much  worfy. 
We  have  kept  so  very  cool 
That  we  have  deceived  the  fool. 


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GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


Cet  homme-la  ne  voit  pas  clair, 
Dissimnlons,  n'ayons  pas  I'air  ! 
(Mourzoulc  les  reqard".  longnemcnt,  /mi^  U  donne  du  geste  le 
signal  da  depart,  et  sulci  de  ses  Maures) 

SCENE    VII. 

Bolero,  Aubore,  Girofle,  Mabasquin. 

[A  peine  Monrzouk  est-il  sorti  gu'ils  se  metten  la  dunser.) 
Bolero.     Enfin ' 
Aurore.     Ouf! 

Murasquin.     Ma  petite  Girofle.  .Je  suis  bien  heureux  ! 
Girojlf..     Et  moi  I ....  (//s  s'embrassent.) 

SCENE  VIII. 

Les  Hemes,   Mourzouk. 
Mour:oulc,  reparaissant  bruaqueme'nt  aufond.  Que  vois-je  ! . . 

Tons.     Ah  ! — Mourzouk  ! 

Moursonk.  Qui,  Mourzouk,  dont  vons  vous  croyiez  de'bar- 
rasse's  et  qui  n'a  pas  e'te'  dupe  de  toutes  vos  embrassades. . 

Bolero,  a  part.     Qa  va  etre  chaud  ! 

Mourzouk,  a  Mamsquin.  Voila  done  pourquoi  vous  teni- 
ez  tant  a  me  voir  partir ! .  .Vous  n'etcs  pas  honteux  ? . .  Le 
lendemain  de  votre  tnariaiie  !.  .11  parait  que  votre  fcmme  ne 
vous  suffit  pas,  il  vous  i'aut  aussi  belles  des  autres..Si  eile 
Ic  savait ! . . 

Mara^quin.     Oh  !  je  ne  crains  pas  eon  jugement. 

Mourzouk.  C'cst  possible !,.  .Mais  vous  avcz  h,  tenir 
compte  du  mien.     Vous  me  rendrez  raison  de  cette  offense. 

Marasqnin,  pdllssant.     liaison  !  moi  !. . 

Girojlf'.     Ah  ! . .  (Elle  se  cramponne  a  Marasquin. 

Mourzouk.     Sortoufi,  monsieur  !. . 

Marasquin.  Comment,  sortons  !.  .Mais  je  ne  veux  pas 
fiortir ! 

Bolero,  lias.  Voyons,  Marasquin,  sortez,  devouezvous . . 
Qa  s'arranjrcra  npres  ! . . 

Marnaquin.  Mais  pas  du  tout !.  .Vous  etes  bon  !. . J'en 
ai  assez,  h  la  fin ! — Mourzouk,  j'aime  mieux  tout  vous 
dire . . 

Aurore  et  Bolero,  a  part.     Nous  sommes  perdus  I 

Manisquin.     C'cst  ma  femme  ! 

Bolero,  a  part.     Patatras  ! 

Aurore,  'le  riieme.     Voilk  ce  que  je  craignais  ! . , 

Monrzouk.  Votre  fcmmc  !.  .Quelle  est  cette  plaisanterie  1 

Marasquin.     ('e  n'est  pas  une  plaisanterie  c'est  la  verit^  ! 

Girofle.     Mais  oui  ! 

Mo'irznuk.  Comment !.  .Qu'cstce  que  9a  sij^nifie''.  .fJ 
Aurore  ft  a  Bolero.)  Voyons  !  Est-ce  sa  femme,  oui  ou  non  ? 

Bolero,  d'unr  voix  €tiinte.     Eh  bien  !  oui.  . 

Aurore,  de  weme.  Nous  nepouvons  plus  dire  lecontraire. . 

Marasquiti,  a  Mourzouk.     Ah  !  vous  entendez  ? 

Mourzouk.     Alors,  ce  n'est  pas  la  mienne  ? 

Mara.'iquin.     Parbieu ! 
'    Aurore.     Si!.. 

Marnaquin.     Hcin  ? 

Mourzoik.  Coinmcnt  si!, .  Ah  !  <;a!  je  n'y  comprends 
plus  rien  !■  -Si  c'cst  ma  femme,  9a  ne  pent  etre  la  sienne. 

Bolero.     Si ! 

Aurore.     Si ! 

Mdnixquiu.     Qu'est  ce  que  vous  dites  ? 

Aurore.  hii<v'e.     C'ci*.  votre  femme  ^  tons  les  deux. 

Mara.yquiu.     Oil ! 

Mourzouk.     C'est  tfDp  fort  1 

Girofle.  Je  vous  I'avais  bien  dit  que  cela  am^ncrait  des 
comrlications 

ilourzouk.    Je  demflnde  k  comprendre  1 

^farusqiiin      Moi  aussi ! 

Aurore.  Nous  aliens  tout  Tons  expliquer . . Ce  n'est  pas 
notre  faute. 

Bolero.     Cost  la  fatalite  ! 

Aurore,    Hier,  pendant  que  Marasquin  ^pousait  Girofle. . 


The  fellow's  vision  isn't  clear, 
To  dissimulate  we  need  not  fear. 
(Mourzouk  looks  at  them  closely,  ond  motions  to  his  petipie, 
and  exit  followed  by  his  Moorish  attendants. ) 

SCENE    VII. 
Bolero,  Aurore,   Girojle,  Marasquin. 
[As  Mourzouk  goes  off  they  commence  dancing.) 
Bolero.     At  last. 
Aurore.     Ouf. 

Marasquin.     Dear  little  Girofle.     I  am  very  happy. 
Girojie.     And  I.     (They  embrace.) 

SCENE    VIII. 
The  same,  MouRZOOK. 

Mourzouk,  (re-appearing  suddenly  at  back  of  stage. )  What 
do  I  see  ? 

All.     Ah!   Mourzouk! 

Mourzouk.  Yes.  Mourzouk  of  whom  you  thoujjht  you 
were  rid,  and  who  has  not  been  the  dupe  of  all  your  endear- 
ments. 

Bolero,  (aside.)     This  is  getting  to  be  very  lively. 

Mourzouk,  (to  Marasquin.)  So,  this  is  why  you  were  so 
anxious  to  see  me  depart.  Are  you  not  ashamed  •  The 
day  after  your  marriage.  So,  it  seems  that  your  own  wife 
is  not  able  to  prevent  your  running  after  those  of  other  peo- 
ple.    Suppose  she  knew  it. 

Marasquin.     Oh,  I'm  not  afraid  of  her  decision. 

Mourzouk.  Very  likely,  but  you  have  exposed  yourself 
to  mine.     You  will  account  to  me  for  this  otfence. 

Marasquin.  (turning  pale.)     I  acconnt  to  you  ? 

Girnjle,     Ah  !  (she  clings  to  Marasquin.) 

Mourzouk.     Follow  me,  sir. 

Marasquin.     How  !  Follow  you  !  But  I  don't  wish  to. 

Bolero,  (aside  to  Mcrasquin.)  Come,  Marasquin,  go  sacri- 
fice yourself     All  will  be  arransred  afterwards. 

Marasquin.  Not  a  bit  of  it.  You  are  too  kind.  I'm  quite 
satisfied  now,     Mourzouk,  I  had  rather  tell  you  all. 

Aurore  and  Bo'ero,  (aside.)     We  are  lost. 

Marasquin.     This  is  my  wife. 

Bolero,  (aside.)     Pshaw!  P.-^haw  ! 

Aurore,  (aside.)     I  was  afraid  of  this. 

Mourzouk.     Your  wife  ?     What  means  this  fooling  ? 

Marasquin.     There's  no  fooling  about  it ;  it's  the  truth. 

Girofle.     Yes  indeed ! 

Mourzouk.  Hear  !  What  does  this  mean  ?  (to  Aurore  and 
Bolero.)  Come  now,  is  this  his  wife;  yes  or  no? 

Bolero,  (faltn-ing.)     Well — yes. 

Aurore,  (faltering.)     We  cannot  deny  it. 

Marasquin,  (to  Mourzouk.)     Do  you  hear  that? 

Mourzouk.     Then  she  is  not  mine  ? 

Marasquin.     I  should  think  not ! 

Aurore.     Yes  indeed. 

Marasquin.     Eh  ? 

Af'virzouk.  Hi>w,  yes  indeed  ?  I  don't  understand.  If 
she  is  my  wife,  she  cannot  be  bis. 

Bolero.     Yes. 

A  urore.     Yes. 

Marasquin.     What's  this  you  say  ? 

Aurore,  (crushed  )     She  is  the  wife  of  both. 

Marasquin.     Oh  ! 

Mourzouk.     This  is  too  much  ! 

Girofle,  {to  her  parents.)  I  told  you  this  would  m»ke 
trouble. 

Mourzouk.     You  must  explain  to  me. 

Marasquin.     And  to  me  also. 

Aurore.     We  will  explain  all  to  you.     It  is  not  our  fault. 

Bolero.     It  is  fate. 

Aurore.  Yesterday,  while  Marasquin  was  marrying  Girofle ; 


GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


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Monrsouh.     Qui  (j-a,  Girofle  ? 

Giifjlf.     Moi. 

Mourzonk.     C'est  Girofle  ! . .  Alors  ce  n'est  pas  ma  femme ! 

Bolero.     Si ! 

Anrore.     81  ! 

Maiasfjuin  et  Moiirzouk.     Oh  ! 

^»)c/r.  Vous  allez  voir.  .Pendant  qu'il  epousait  Girofle, 
dcs  pirates  ont  enleve'c  Girofla.  . 

Momzouk.     Enlevee  ma  femme  ! 

DoliTo.  Ce  n'est  pas  votre  femme  (montrant  Girofle,)  pui 
que  c'est  elle. . 

Mum.-iijdin  et  Mourzonk.     Elle! 

Bolero.    Jiisqu'a   present,  vous  n'avez  que  celle-lk. 

Anrore.  Quand  vous  etes  arrive',  nous  n'avions  plus 
qu'clle  sous  la  main  et. . 

Mourzonk.     Vous  me  I'avez  fait  epouser! 

A'lroie,     Oui. 

Marasqiiin.  Au  moment  oil  je  venais  de  me  marier  avec 
elle'.. 

Anrore.     C'e'tait  en  attendant ! 

Bolro.  Nous  pensions  que  ya  ne  tirerait  pas  k  conse- 
quence. 

M'lnrzonk.  Pus  a  consequence  ! .  .mais  allors  elle  a  deax 
maris  ! . . 

M'inizqnin.     Ma  femme  e-;t  bijjame! 

Girofle.     Ah  !  c'est  attVeux . . 

Mourzonk.  Enfin,  a  present,  je  comprends.  .Qa  ete  Ion?, 
niais  jc  comprends. .  De  tout  9a  il  re'sulte  que  c'est  ma 
tl'mnic.  ..Te  la  uarde. 

Gil  ofl'\     Par  cxcmple ! . . 

Maaxq'iin.  Permettcz !  j'ai  le  numero  un — je  sui'  le 
premier  en  date. 

Girofle.     Certainement ! 

Moitrzotd;  Pas  du  tout !  j'ai  le  nume'ro  deux  ;  il  annule 
L'  nume'ro  un — elle  est  a  moi. 

Girofle.     Mais,  je  ne  veux  pas! 

Bolero.     Mon  Dieu  ! 

Manisquin.,  Un  instant ! — il  y  a  une  re^^le  de  droit  qui 
dlt  (|'ie  poi^session  vaut  titre. 

Monrzo)ik.     Eh  bien  ? 

Marasqnin,    Eh  bien  !  j'ai  titre.  A  Girofle.)  N'estcepas  ? 

Giiofl',  avec  amour.     Mon  ami  ! 

Bolero.     II  a  titre! 

Anrore.     II  a  titre  ! 

Mourzouk,  ra(]eatit.  Ah!  il  a  titre  !..ch  bien!  soit!.. 
mais  (ja  ne  se  passera  pas  comme  9a  .  .Puisque  je  ne  puis 
pas  I'avoir,  nous  ne  I'aurons  ni  I'un  ni  I'autre.  [A  Awore 
et  a  Ba'e'ro.)  Votre  fille  est  bigame,  je  vais  faire  casser  les 
mariajjes. 

Mourzonk, 

Monr-onk. 

Mitrosquin 

Mourzouk. 
cimeterre.) 

Marmtquin,  avec  un  cri.  Ah  I.  .(Vivement.)  Oui!  oui!  le 
mien  anssi !..(/!  Bolero  avec  force.)  Vous  entendez!.. 
nous  allons  les  faire  annuler  !. . 

Girofle,     Oh!    Marasqnin!.. 

Mdia^quin.     Dame  !  il  est  plus  fort  que  moi !. . 

Mourzouk.     Et,  maintcnant,  bean  fere,  en  route! 

Tons,  avec  douleur.     Ah  ! 

Marasqnin,  tih-€mu.  Ma  pauvre  Girofle.. nous  aurions 
e'tti  si  heureux.  .Muis  aussi  voila  ce  que  c'est  que  de  se  ma- 
rier trop  souvant  dans  la  meme  journee. 

Girofle.     Oh  !  j'cn  mourrai !     (  Ci  is  au  dehors. ) 

Mourzouk.     Qu'est-ce  que  c'est  que  9a  ! 

SCENE  IX. 

Les  Mcmes,  Paquita,  Pedro,  puis  Girokla,  Matamohos, 
Toute  le  Monde. 

Paquita,  accourant  avec  Pedro.  Oh  !  mon  parrain  ! — men 
par  rain ! . . 


Pas  le  mien ! 
Le  votre  aussi ! 
Mais. . 
Ne  repliquons  pas,  on  sinon  !..(//  tire  non 


Mourzouk.     Who  then,  Girofle  7 

Girofle.     Me  ■? 

Mourzouk.     This  Girofle  ?  Then  she  is  not  my  wife. 

Bolero,     Yes ! 

Aurorc.     Yes! 

Maraxquin  and  Mourzouk.     Oh  ! 

Anrore.  Yon  shall  see  ;  while  he  was  marrying  Girofle 
some  pirates  carried  away  Girofla. 

Mourzouk.     Carried  away  my  wife  ? 

Bolero.  But  it  was  not  your  vnt'e,  [  pointing  to  Girofle, 
since  she  is  here. 

Marasqnin  anfl  Mourzouk.     She  ! 

Bolero.    Just  now  you  have  no  one  but  ber. 

Anrore.  When  you  came  we  had  only  her  ready  for  voi 
and — 

Mourzouk.     You  let  mc  marry   her  ? 

Aurore.     Yes. 

Marasquin.     When  I  had  just  married  her! 

Anrore.     While  waiting  for  the  other — 

Bolero.     We  thought  there  would  be  no  harm  in  it. 

Mourzouk.     No  harm  !  But  she  has  two  husbands  . 

Marasquin.     My  wife  is  a  bigamist. 

Girofle.     Ah  !  it  is  frightful. 

Mourzonk.  Well,  now  I  understand.  It  took  some  timi 
to  find  it  out,  but  I  now  understand.  It  seems  from  all  tbii 
that  she  is  my  wife — I  will  keep  her. 

Girofle.     Indeed !  , 

Marasquin.     Allow  me,  I  am  number  one ;  I  come  first. 

Girofle.     Certainly. 

Mourzouk.  Not  at  all,  I  am  number  two—  that's  bettei 
than  number  one  ;    she  is  mine. 

Girofle.     But  I  don't  wish  to  be. 

Bolero.     Good  Heavens. 

M'lrasquin.  One  moment;  a  rule  in  law  says  that  pos 
session  gives  title. 

Mourzouk.     Well? 

arasquin.   Well,  I  have  that  title,  {to  Girofle.)  Is  it  not  sol 

Girofle,  (tenderlij.)     My  love  ! 

Bolero.     He  has  that  title. 

Anrore.      He  has  that   title. 

Mourzouk,  (furious.)  Ah!  he  has  that  title.  Well,  so  be 
it.  But  it  shall  not  end  this  way.  Since  I  cannot  have 
her,  neither  of  us  shall  (To  Aurore  and  BoLro.)  Your 
daughter  has  committed  bigamy.  I  shall  have  the  marriage 
set  aside. 

Marasqnin.     Not  mine ! 

Mourzouk,     Yours,  too. 

Marasquin.     But — 

Mourzouk.     Do  not  reply,  or — (Be  draws  his  cimetre.) 

Marasqnin,  (exclaiminfj.)  Ah!  (quickly.)  Yes,  yes,  mine, 
too  (to  Bolero,  energetically.)  You  hear,  we  will  have  thera 
set  aside. 

Girofle.     Oh,  Marasquin ! 

Marasquin.     Gad,  he's  too  much  for  me. 

Mourzouk.     Now,  brother-in-law,  forward  ! 

All.  (sadly.)     Ah  ! 

Marasquin,  (with  emotion.)  My  poor  Girofle,  we  would 
have  been  so  happy.  But  you  see  what  it  is  to  marry  too 
often  in  the  same  day. 

Girofle.      Oh,  I  shall  die  (cries  without.) 

Mourzouk.     What's  all  that  ? 

SCENE   IX. 

TTie  Same,  Paquita,    Pedko,  aflerwards  Gihofla, 
Matamoros,  etc.,  etc. 

Paquita,  (running  in  with  Pedro,)  Oh,  Godfather !  goi 
father ! 


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GIROFLE-GIROFLA. 


Aurore.     Qu'y  a-t-il  ? 

Pedro,  essonJH^.  Si  vous  saviez  ! .  .Matamoros  a  livr^  une 
nouvelle  Imtaille. . 

Paquita.     II  rainene  votre  fille  ! 

Pedro.     Et  tous  Ics  pirates  sont  prisonniers  !. . 

Aurore  et  Bolero,  €perdus  de  joie.     Notre  fille  !. .  Ah  ! . , 

Girojle,  qiu  a  couru  au  fond.  Mais  oui,  c'est  elle..je  la 
Tois  !  (Revenant  en  sejetant  an  r.ou  deMarasquin.)  Mon  petit 
Marasquin  !. . 

Maras(]uin.  Ma  petite  Girofle  !..(//s  remontent  an  fond 
avec  Pedro  et  Paquita,  en  agitant  des  mouchoirs.     Musique.) 

Bolera  a  Mottrzotilc.  Cette  fois,  vous  allez  avoir  votre 
femme. . 

Mourzouk.     Une  fiancee  retour  dea  corsaire's,  jamais  ! . . 

Bolero.  Puisqu'ils  I'avaient  eulevee  pour  la.vendre,  ils  se 
seront  bien  gardes  de. . 

Mourzouk.  C'est  vrai,  au  fait,  ce  raisonnement  me  de- 
cide. . 

Cris.    La  voici  !  la  voici ! . .  Vive  Matamoros . . 

{Entree  g€n€rale.  L'amiral  Matamoros,  pr^c€d€  de  ses  marins, 
entre  tenant  par  la  main  Girofla,  qui  se  jette  au  cou  de  son 
pere  et  de  sa  mere.  Puis  arrivent  les  pirates  enchatnes.  Ma- 
rasquin et  Girofle  sont  toujours  au  fond  agitant  leurs  mouchoirs. 
T<e  d^fil€  est  cens€se  con  inner  encore  apres  la  chute  du  rideau. ) 

Chceub  Final.     {Motif  du  quintette.) 

Matamoros,  grand  capitaine, 
Enfin  nous  a  tires  de  peine  ; 
Gloire  h  ce  vaillant  amiral 
Doat  le  renom  est  sans  ^gal  I 

FIN. 


Aurore.     What  is  it  ? 

Pedro,  [breathless.)  If  you  only  knew  !  Matamoros  has 
fought  them  atrain  ! 

Paquila.     He  brings  back  your  daugh  ter. 

Pedro.     And  all  the  pirates  are  prisoners. 

Aurora  and  Bolero,  (amazed.)     Our  daughter — oh  ! 

Girofle,  (at  bick  of  stage.)  Yes  indeed  it  is  she;  I  sec 
her.  {Returning  and  embracing  Mara<^quin.)  Dear  little  Ma- 
rasquin ! 

Marasquin.  My  little  Girofle  !  (They  go  back  with  Pedro 
and  Paquita,  and  wave  their  handkerchiefs.     Music.) 

Bolero,  {to  Mourzouk.)  This  time  you  will  have  your  own 
wife. 

Mourzouk.     From  the  hands  of  pirates  1  never  ! 

Bolero.  But  since  they  took  her  to  sell,  they  must  have 
been  careful  of  her. 

Mourzouk.     True  enough,  and  that  argument  decides  me. 

( Cries  of)     Matamoros  !  He  comes !  He  comes ! 

( General  entrance.  Matamoros,  preceded  by  his  sailors,  enters 
leading  Girofla  by  the  hand.  She  I'ushes  to  her  father  and 
mother.  Then  the  pirates,  in  chains.  Marasquin  and  Girofle 
waoe  their  handkerchiefs  continually.  The  procession  contin- 
ues moving  until  curtain  falls. 

Chorus  Finale.     ( Same  as  quintette.) 

Matamoros,  captain  great. 
Now  his  prisoners  bring  in  state. 
Sing  his  praises,  one  and  all, 
Glory  to  the  Admiral ! 

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CONTENTS  OF  VOLUME  I. 


Air  from  "Stabat  Mater" Waaner 

kVico  pulka WifyanU 

Always  Heady  waUr 3/<iylath 

Awakening  of  the  birds.    Morceau Mnylath 

Beaming  like  the  star  of  morn.    Air Drailer 

Belle  Oitaua  (La\    Djnce Morgan 

Belle  Jeunesse  (La).   Polacca Wilson 

Birdie's  moruing  song Wagwr 

Bluette Wilson 

Bridal  procession Draahr 

Carrie's  favorite  waltz ifuflUr 

Centennial  march .■ MdyUith 

Chant  du  Berber.     Idylle Wagner 

Cbina  Rose  schottisclie , Btcht 

Close  the  shutters— Willie's  dead Panher 

Congenial  liearts  iwazurka.     Tour  hands Dressier 

Cuju?  aniinnni.    Transcription Wagner 

Doura-quile.     Selections Allard 

Drearalanil.    Morceau Maylath 

Dream  of  lovo.    Schottisclio Steivutt 

Echoes  from  the  Palisades.    Morceau Wagnir 

Elislr  d'amour.    Selections Kinkel 

Emily  schotiische Wiegund 

Ever  true  lo  t  hee.    Tolka  ra.izurka Wagner 

Fairyland.    Ktverie  Korvil 

Fare  thee  weil.    M  >rceau Wi(»on 

Fille  du  J\Iad  mio  An^ot.    Lancers Dretalcr 

Florence  wa.tz Korvtl 

Friendly  Eyes  w.iUz Berger 

Fosileer'B  m  irch Wiegand 

Golden  Youili  galop Osborne 

Ood  bless  our  h  ime    Transcripiion Allen 

Gondolier's  serenade ilorgan 

Gypsy  dance ». Morgan 

Happy  New  Y^a^.    March Wutton 

Hai-po  Angtlique.    Moicean. Kinkel 

•lighlancl  raalilen.    Morccui Wilson 

t  hare  lost  my  Km  yilicp DrtsslfV 

^•iiuie,  the  jrio..cr..f  KilJarc Kinkel 


Jewel  box.    Polka #. Pape 

Jovial  waltE Maylath 

Kitty  s  i)olka  mazurka Frtvoi 

Last  happy  hours.    AValtz RaphatUon 

L;;  bello  Gitana.   Dance Morgan 

La  belle  Jeunesse.     Polacct WiUon 

La  lille  du  Madame  Angof.    Lancers Drestlrr 

La  harpe  angelique.    Reverie —  Kiuktl 

La  marriage  aux  lanternes.     Waltz Wtbrr 

Lily  of  the  Valleymarch.    Four  h  nds Dressier 

Mad  C.ip  pollia Kinkel 

Mnrriage  (Le)  aux  lanteriie--.    Waltz Weber 

Merry  Christmas.    'Waltz Watson 

]Merry  foresters.    Morceau Wngnsr 

^iorning  Cals  xvaltz Wutsoa 

Moss  Rose  polka Becht 

Miiuniain  Bell  polka Korvtl 

New  Rcitcr  polka Osbom« 

New  York  Academic  march Morgan 

Olio  hundred  miles  a  day.    Marcli Pap* 

On  the  beautiful  lludion.    AValtz  Maylath 

On  the  road .    Galop Osborn* 

Power  of  love.    Wal  tz Brissler 

Rippling  brook.    Moricau Maylath 

Rocking  waves.    Reverie Mnylatk 

Romping  Elf  quickstep Vi'bri 

Uose  Bower  reuowa Kn.kel 

Scotch  l.issie.    Romance ru'htr 

Sestet  from  "Crispino" Lrtssler 

She[)lierds  love  son^.    Idylle Wngner 

tfolfuterro  waltz.'S Wyman 

Sparkling  jewels  polka ihristU 

Btra  lella.    Selections I'achtT 

Toujoursti  toi!    Polka  mazurka W.igner 

Twili.:ht  Hour  mazurka K.nktt 

Twiukling  stars.    Morceau Wilson 

Venetian  rcgetta ,  —  Wnyner 

Violetta  polka  mazurka M-iyUilh 

Yellow  Rose  waltzes Wj/umn 


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